Reminds me of a tale (no pun intended) that was related to me years ago.Quote:
Originally Posted by Numpty's Missus
I worked with a chap who had emmigated from Yorkshire with his newish bride. We'll call him Fred to protet the guilty. Fred's sister and her new husband also emmigrated two months after George, I mean Fred. The two couples ended up living in an old Queenslander at Kangaroo Point, that had been converted to two flats. GeoFred's sister had thrush or something on her girly bits, and had been prescribed a topical ointment to apply as required. The beds were placed head to head, with only a paper thin wall separating them. The poor girl had cause to apply her medication in the middle of the night and reached out in the dark for the tube. She applied the substance not realizing that she had picked up a tube of Deep Heat! All Mr & Mrs Fred could hear was "Blow on it Harry, Blow on it"
I made up Harry's name as I don't know his real name.:o:o5 to go.:D
