Picture the scene... a few days ago...
Woman What I Work With: Claire, do you still do that convention?
Me: Yeah.
WWIWW: You have a raffle, don't you?
Me: Yeah.
WWIWW: Do you take donations?
Me: Yeah...
(It's at this point, I've got to say that the people who work around me know it's a slash con.)
WWIWW: Okay, I've got some stuff you might be interested in.
::Jump to today::
WWIWW: Claire?
Me: Yeah?
WWIWW: I've got a suitcase in the car. I'll drop it off at yours tonight.
Me: Okay.
::jump to tonight::
Now, before I go any further, I should comment that said woman that I work with? Used to be an Ann Summers rep. In fact, some people may remember her from this post.
And now you all know where this is heading, don't you?
I.. well, no, the convention ::grin::, is now the proud owner of a (really rather large) suitcase of Ann Summers stock.
There are more boxes of jelly penises in my house than I know what to do with.
Only, it wasn't just the novelty penis items we got. Oh, no. She gave us everything she had left. Including the naughty nurse outfit, the all brand new and still with price tags in some cases (and dude! Ann Summers is expensive!) lingerie, the flashing nipple lights, the naked men playing cards, a gimp mask and at least one set of feathery things that I looked at for a good five minutes before I finally gave up on trying to work out what they were. And that's just some of it.
The vibrators (and there were several) unfortunately had had the batteries left in and had corroded or no longer work (yes, I tried them) so had to be thrown out. (This also means that if my bin men look inside my rubbish this week, they're going to think I've had a far more active Bank Holiday weekend than I actually did. Me, and possibly the entirety of Newcastle rugby team...)
There was one point where I was almost completely surrounded by sex toys. It's been an amusing night to say the least...
ETA: Just to clarify, the jelly penises are the edible kind of jelly penises, not the other kind. Personally, I'm not sure which would be more amusing ;D
Woman What I Work With: Claire, do you still do that convention?
Me: Yeah.
WWIWW: You have a raffle, don't you?
Me: Yeah.
WWIWW: Do you take donations?
Me: Yeah...
(It's at this point, I've got to say that the people who work around me know it's a slash con.)
WWIWW: Okay, I've got some stuff you might be interested in.
::Jump to today::
WWIWW: Claire?
Me: Yeah?
WWIWW: I've got a suitcase in the car. I'll drop it off at yours tonight.
Me: Okay.
::jump to tonight::
Now, before I go any further, I should comment that said woman that I work with? Used to be an Ann Summers rep. In fact, some people may remember her from this post.
And now you all know where this is heading, don't you?
I.. well, no, the convention ::grin::, is now the proud owner of a (really rather large) suitcase of Ann Summers stock.
There are more boxes of jelly penises in my house than I know what to do with.
Only, it wasn't just the novelty penis items we got. Oh, no. She gave us everything she had left. Including the naughty nurse outfit, the all brand new and still with price tags in some cases (and dude! Ann Summers is expensive!) lingerie, the flashing nipple lights, the naked men playing cards, a gimp mask and at least one set of feathery things that I looked at for a good five minutes before I finally gave up on trying to work out what they were. And that's just some of it.
The vibrators (and there were several) unfortunately had had the batteries left in and had corroded or no longer work (yes, I tried them) so had to be thrown out. (This also means that if my bin men look inside my rubbish this week, they're going to think I've had a far more active Bank Holiday weekend than I actually did. Me, and possibly the entirety of Newcastle rugby team...)
There was one point where I was almost completely surrounded by sex toys. It's been an amusing night to say the least...
ETA: Just to clarify, the jelly penises are the edible kind of jelly penises, not the other kind. Personally, I'm not sure which would be more amusing ;D