Coming home from work the other day I got off the tram at my usual stop and sidled up to a pretty young blonde who was waiting for the little green man.
"Your nuts are falling out," I muttered.
She looked up at me sharply, her eyes uncertain. "What?"
"Your nuts," I said. "They're falling out." I pointed.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and adjusted her grip on a bag of almonds. Then she turned and looked the other way.
Joseph | 18 Dec 2004