Cockles Roasting On An Open Fire...
I was just rummaging through my old photos and came across this nice urbane photo of a fire in my old woodstove.
Those cast iron penises were not there when I lit the fire, I swear...
They weren't there the first time I looked at this picture, either. It was just supposed to be a photo of a fire and that was all.
As serendipity would dictate, a woman looked at this photo before I buried it in an old photo file.
"Well, Hello! What have we here?"
"Huh?"
"You've got a fire full of penises!"
"I do?"
"Look! What do you call those?"
"Grates?"
"Penises! What the hell is wrong wih you?"
"Nothing, I'm cool."
"Cool enough to take a picture of a bunch of penises!"
"I didn't take...:
"Penises!"
"Sigh..."
Sometimes your best intentions, are better left at home... 
5 comments:
Little miss fries...
How would I know about the plural? I've never had more than the one.
Haha! That's the first thing I saw when I looked at that picture, too. Perfectly hilarious.
*snort* Now that's hot.
I didn't think penises ... or peni.
Scott, I think we are the normal ones here and everyone else has penises on the brain ... or in the fire. Or something.
Well, I saw the word "cockles"... then saw the pic... Scott's fault my mind was LED to think of male organs!!
Naw, I won't blame you entirely dear, after all, being without for so long, I probably do have that sort of thing on my mind more than the normal woman.
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