Wet Knight

So do I, so I fold a nappy between my legs and wear babypants, just in case.

Some of you may have heard on the wireless, a friend of Shane's comment that "He just never wanted to grow up", ...........and wondered. I only met him once, one morning, in a 'care store' in Worcester in the mid 90's I was buying nappies for a holiday, he was buying nappies, wipes and bedpads and while the assistant was in the store room, our eyes met for an instant and "Nappydar" worked ! As we got into our cars, I gave a thumbs up in reply to his "Bevvy" sign and we drove to The Crown at Wychbold. In a quiet corner of the carpark, we chatted for a few minutes before he said that he needed to go in and change. When I said that I'd rather change in the car, he went and got one of his new nappies and a brief case from which he took a beautifully made pair of forward facing green rubber pants, decorated with two cricket balls and the stumps, erotically positioned on the front. I hung a rubber apron over the seat and he pealed off a soggy pull-up and to my surprise, started pricking holes in the nappy, and then, with difficulty, taped it on inside-out, pulled on his rubbers, carefully adjusted them round his thighs and said "Let's drink". Although his shorts were baggy, his nappy was noticeable, but he insisted in getting the drinks each time. As we were sitting down in the garden ( where he drank two to my one and we chatted about almost everything but cricket ), I produced a packet of Furosemide and explaining what they did, took one and offered him one. It was no surprise, when 10 years later he tested positive for a Diuretic. As we walked to the car to leave, I said, tongue-in-cheek "You never told me your name", at which he grinned and replied "No matter now, I'll tell you next time".

@ Jackk I started to read this sordid tale, but quickly skipped to the end in the hope that something might redeem it, such as training your dog to clear up after you.

Because I have always wanted a "Stevenson Screen" to house my Max-Min thermometer and Hygrometer, I made one from an old louvered airing cupboard door. Last week-end I primed and undercoated it and this morning I gave it the first topcoat, So I'll be watching paint dry.

Who was the sadistic bastard that put a butt on the Cactus.

If that cake is to be a (much needed) gift for Daily Di, should it not be marked wit a "D".

Oh dear, how unfortunate that you are too large for the snap-on ones.

You are 38. 1/2 way through life. By the time you are 76, wearing a nappy when you don't need to, becomes pretty boooooring.

In hot weather, I sleep naked and wet into my bedpad.

Verbal diarrhea.

As someone who very often needs a nappy, I would have liked the choice of "Safe to be without a nappy"

Do you not use those nice washable shaped nappies that you sometimes advertise ?

Message them, it might come up on their email.

Most of our flowers are established bushes, so there is no SAP under them, but over the years I have done most of the veg patch as I move the Runner Beans each year. I dig a 15"-18" trench and put 4"-6" layer of SAP mixed with well rotted horse dung and back fill with a soaker hoze 6" under the plants. this is fed from an old oil drum that catches the bath/shower water.

Yes. Got chatting and became friends with a queer couple into 'watersports'.

Pro's: If you split them and dig the pulp into the garden, it will help withering plants in times of drought. Cons: The expense, until the excitement withers.

"I haven't eaten anything from McDonald's"................EVER --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------PERIOD. And I'm in my 70's.

I was about 10, I was fielding and had asked the master 4 or 5 times to "be Excused". Eventually he said yes and I rushed off to the school buildings, which probably didn't help my 'clench'. Within 50 yards I had leaked, 75 and there was a dark patch on my shorts, so I just let it flow, and at 100 I turned round and went back onto the pitch, just to show him what a beastly mean plonker he was.

I had a crust and cheese.

Of course not. The question should have never been asked.

Reminds me of the math professor who, when asked by his Dr. if his constipation was getting worse or better, said "Give me a pencil and I'll work it out".

The only 100% guaranteed cure for back pain, is lying on your back on the hard boards ............................... .................................of your coffin.

I have googled it, but google translate doesn't have the american word for gluttony.

That will be a very healthy snack, ................................ until you buy the ingredients.

The problem there is that it is such a pain putting the code back in the radio, and the Insurance companies don't like alarm being switched off.