Something on television the other night turned our conversation to wife-swapping parties, the kind where everyone throws their car keys into a bowl and then takes pot luck.
"I suppose you've been to lots of those parties?" I said (joking!)
He looked thoughtful.
"Yes, but the trouble was, I never managed to get a decent car."
So, how do we break it to him that that really isn't the point of the exercise?
Plaster board and dust
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"I went to a wife-swapping party and all I got for her was a crappy Allegro."
Some things are only truly learnt through experience. Dilys and Gareth Jones are holding a wife-swapping party on Friday night. Their address is 69 Prince Charles Road, Cara Park. I have managed to get you and Keith an invitation. They'll be expecting you around eight. Paddy can go too as the Joneses have a Shitsu bitch. Can he bark in Japanese?
Shame on you, SP! ;)
YP, I'm afraid there would probably be a lot more than wife-swapping going on in Caia Park. ;)
Thanks for the laugh:)
You're welcome, Rosie. :)
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