Years ago a half dozen of us went to the local bar for it's annual Halloween bash. It was the only small bar in a small town; hardly anyone dressed up. Paul (thinking we were all dressing up too) had torn white sheets into strips and wrapped himself (a little too) tightly head to toe. His face and hair were dyed red. Paul was in it to win it.
Getting him there was comical enough; it took 4 guys to lay him in the back of the pick up truck - 2 to prop him up and carry him by his elbows up the front steps of the bar (which he waddled into penguin-style).
With little competition, Paul won. The DJ was trying to yank his arm up in victory; First prize goes to the tampon!! We all nearly pissed ourselves as Paul frantically (unsuccessfully) tried raising his arm high enough to grab the mic; 'I'm a joint!! A joint!! Not a f-kn tampon!! Of course he toppled over; causing more hysterics. Flat on his back and kicking to unravel himself, Paul was still shouting, I'm a joint godd***it!!! The drunken crowd fist pumping as they chanted 'tam-pon! tam-pon!'
Paul sulked all the way home - and a decade (and many jokes) later he's still known by his nickname; Playtex.
Getting him there was comical enough; it took 4 guys to lay him in the back of the pick up truck - 2 to prop him up and carry him by his elbows up the front steps of the bar (which he waddled into penguin-style).
With little competition, Paul won. The DJ was trying to yank his arm up in victory; First prize goes to the tampon!! We all nearly pissed ourselves as Paul frantically (unsuccessfully) tried raising his arm high enough to grab the mic; 'I'm a joint!! A joint!! Not a f-kn tampon!! Of course he toppled over; causing more hysterics. Flat on his back and kicking to unravel himself, Paul was still shouting, I'm a joint godd***it!!! The drunken crowd fist pumping as they chanted 'tam-pon! tam-pon!'
Paul sulked all the way home - and a decade (and many jokes) later he's still known by his nickname; Playtex.