I overheard someone in a DIY shop discussing "dildo rails" (instead of dado rail) once (note this was in Bracknell) - the funniest part was watching the face of the shop assistant desperately trying not to pee their pants laughing.
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LOL, that would do it!
ReplyDeleteI overheard someone in a DIY shop discussing "dildo rails" (instead of dado rail) once (note this was in Bracknell) - the funniest part was watching the face of the shop assistant desperately trying not to pee their pants laughing.
She must have misheard - tv isn't that entertaining!
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