A couple of months ago I was walking
through Circular Quay with a really good friend of mine. Incredibly hung over, with the brain capacity of a half-chewed Mango pip, we endeavoured to
peruse the street markets, because, really, touching things, and looking at
them with our eyeballs was about all we were good for that day. Strolling through the
stalls, I saw what seemed to be a shop that sold lucky charms. Various animal
parts, fluffy bits and bones were strewn across tables and suspended from the roof.
Having never seen a rabbit’s tail or anything like that before, I excitedly
made my way over to touch it for optimal luck. This will definitely perk me
up, I thought, as I reached out to touch the rabbit’s tail, until, oh, no, it
was rock hard, and swung around the reveal a tag saying ‘Roo Scrotum’. Let this be a lesson to you: in life, you can never un-touch a ball sack. Not ever.
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