Lunchtime saw me with too much time on my hands so I treated myself to a sly one off the wrist prior to returning to being a Captain of industry. I mopped up with a couple of pieces tissue and licked the bit that landed on the back of my hand and lobbed the spuzzy tissues into a paper bag on the kitchen side that was waiting to be hurled in the outside dustbins. All was forgotten and I returned to work....Two hours later and a moment ago I came in went to the kitchen to make a brew. Noticing the rubbish, I thought I'd put it out whilst the kettle boiled. On approach to the bag I squeezed it as if to scrumple it up, as I did that a whiff of stale semi viscous cocksnot flooded my nostril and made me physically heave. How can juice made from such a clever and heroic pastime smell quite so bad? How bad does the depths of a cnut smell after you both fall asleep after good rutting? Convoy mentioned a while ago the stench of Sir Harold Monk as it boiled off on the top of a Kero heater....... this reminded me of that. Anyone else got any tales of decaying flobber that made you gip?