So, I work in a builder's merchants. It has it's perks, like lots of yummy men coming in ( there was this guy today, with his shirt off. Well, *fans self* I might need to put a paper bag on his head, but I say!) Ahem, I digress. One of my favourite parts of the job is when I get to legitimately shout 'Whose knob is this?' or 'Who wants a screw?' 'Like a nice flange with that sir?'
Anyway, we're having a charity drive in a couple of weeks to promote awareness of testicular and prostate cancer. All fine and good. And then it came - the box with the t-shirts we're going to wear. Now quite apart from the fact they're all in large or extra large, and I'm 5'3" and built like a stick so I could wear them as a dress....What do they have emblazoned across the front?
'Don't be a spanner, check your nuts!'
I'm not sure whether to *snicker* or *headesk*
Anyway, we're having a charity drive in a couple of weeks to promote awareness of testicular and prostate cancer. All fine and good. And then it came - the box with the t-shirts we're going to wear. Now quite apart from the fact they're all in large or extra large, and I'm 5'3" and built like a stick so I could wear them as a dress....What do they have emblazoned across the front?
'Don't be a spanner, check your nuts!'
I'm not sure whether to *snicker* or *headesk*