Dirty Laundry
We were talking about the WA politician chair sniffer. Nick believed it was disgusting. I thought it is just what people do, dirty secrets and all that. The only difference here was that he admitted to it.
Murray asked, “Well, have you sniffed someone’s chair?”
“Um.” I had to think and, initially, I thought that I hadn't.
“Have you?” asked Bruno.
Then it came to me. A hot Italian friend, who I think is really cute, was staying with me. He had a mattress on the floor next to my bed. The next morning, when he was someplace else, I spotted his jocks, from the day before, lying next to his bed.
“If you have to think about it…” said Nick.
“I never thought I would ever be telling anyone this…”
“OMG!” said Bruno.
“But I picked them up and sniffed them.”
They all laughed nervously.
“That’s not the same thing,” said Murray.
“Have you done the same thing,” said Bruno.
“It’s not the same thing,” said Mike.
“Sure,” said Murray. “But that’s not the same as sniffing someone’s chair?”
“I sniffed my PE teacher’s jock strap in high school,” said Nick. “But it’s not the same thing.”
“I sniffed a mates footy shorts,” said Mike. “But, I don’t think it is the same thing.”
“I’ve never sniffed someone’s chair,” said Nick.
“Me either,” said Mike.
“I never have,” said Bruno.
“I’ve never sniffed someone’s chair,” I had to admit. “It sounds kind of desperate.”
“There are clubs dedicated to worn undies,” said Murray.
“What?” said Bruno.
“Yeah, dirty undies clubs are definitely a thing,” I said.
“Online,” said Mike. “But they are mostly girl’s undies. I don’t know what you’d smell with boy’s undies?
“You don’t?” said Nick.
“Plenty,” said Murray.
“That musky man smell,” I added.
“But that is still not what we were talking about to start with,” said Murry. “You guys are now talking about a normal fetish…”
“Fetishes are normal?” Bruno questioned.
“There is still no fetish for sniffing your work colleagues chair when they have left the office for the day,” said Murray.
Murray asked, “Well, have you sniffed someone’s chair?”
“Um.” I had to think and, initially, I thought that I hadn't.
“Have you?” asked Bruno.
Then it came to me. A hot Italian friend, who I think is really cute, was staying with me. He had a mattress on the floor next to my bed. The next morning, when he was someplace else, I spotted his jocks, from the day before, lying next to his bed.
“If you have to think about it…” said Nick.
“I never thought I would ever be telling anyone this…”
“OMG!” said Bruno.
“But I picked them up and sniffed them.”
They all laughed nervously.
“That’s not the same thing,” said Murray.
“Have you done the same thing,” said Bruno.
“It’s not the same thing,” said Mike.
“Sure,” said Murray. “But that’s not the same as sniffing someone’s chair?”
“I sniffed my PE teacher’s jock strap in high school,” said Nick. “But it’s not the same thing.”
“I sniffed a mates footy shorts,” said Mike. “But, I don’t think it is the same thing.”
“I’ve never sniffed someone’s chair,” said Nick.
“Me either,” said Mike.
“I never have,” said Bruno.
“I’ve never sniffed someone’s chair,” I had to admit. “It sounds kind of desperate.”
“There are clubs dedicated to worn undies,” said Murray.
“What?” said Bruno.
“Yeah, dirty undies clubs are definitely a thing,” I said.
“Online,” said Mike. “But they are mostly girl’s undies. I don’t know what you’d smell with boy’s undies?
“You don’t?” said Nick.
“Plenty,” said Murray.
“That musky man smell,” I added.
“But that is still not what we were talking about to start with,” said Murry. “You guys are now talking about a normal fetish…”
“Fetishes are normal?” Bruno questioned.
“There is still no fetish for sniffing your work colleagues chair when they have left the office for the day,” said Murray.
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