It was the best of times and it was the wor….
Well, to be honest it was a Thursday, and you know what Thursdays are like, especially in the summer, when her from three doors down comes out into the garden on her afternoon off and starts oiling up those thighs of hers and you can’t help wondering about all those coconuts and what happens to the rest of it.
Just how do you drill a coconut for oil, anyway?
Sudden visions of a coconut uncontrollably spouting oil – workers fleeing in panic as someone puts in an urgent call to Red Adair.
You don’t get those smug environmentalists wittering on about the dangers of a coconut oil slick either, and the price of Bounties suddenly going through the roof.
Considering the amount of thigh surface area involved there has to be some sort of environmental impact, if only in the number of Third World countries turning into a coconut-based agricultural monoculture economy just so some pampered Westerners can slap some gloop on their thighs instead of doing the sensible things and coming inside for a bit for a nice cup of tea.
As I said, though… it was a Thursday.
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