yesterday there was an old lady pushing a trolley along the street (she was a trolley lady rather than a bag lady) wearing a t-shirt that said SHAG on it. i wonder if she knew what it meant. it reminded me of my friend Veronica who tells a story about her mum who, for a while, took to talking about herself as Mrs Smegma – apparently this was a character from some sketch her mum had seen. Veronica was mortified to have to tell her mum what smegma actually was. but not quite as mortified as the mum who'd been joking about the name with her laydee friends.
this, by the way, was the same woman who said 'i don't believe people do things like that' when Veronica had to explain to her what a blow job was.
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