I saw an old guy sitting on a bench, his shoulders shaking. Thinking he was sobbing, I approached, only to realise he was chuckling to himself. Relieved, I asked him what he was so pleased about. "I only get sex once a year!" he chortled. "Then why are you so happy?" I asked. "Tonight's the NIGHT!" he beamed at me.
Sunday, 16 May 2010