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I was enjoying myself at the local visiting fairground last night with friends.
The dodgems are still my favourite ride, but my friends seemed much happier
torturing themselves on the more exotic and daring rides - ones my stomach dislike.
After two hours, or so of thrills and spills, we all decided it was getting late and time to go.
But before we left we decided to have a hot-dog to take with us.
The guy at the stall asked us each how we wanted our hot-dogs.
My friend Valerie had just mustard with hers, I had the full works - onions, sauce etc.
Then it was glamorous Robyn's turn.
"How do you like yours, Missy?" the guy enquired.
" Circumcised please!" replied Robyn, looking him straight in the face.
I almost choked!
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