Flares

I just went up to the Woden Plaza with my sidekick E. Well, it's more like I am the sidekick. I am prone to being the one who tags along like a demented little puppy dog! Today asked me to come along because she wanted to tap into my "deviant mind". She was shopping for a Kris Kringle present for a party tommorrow night. You know how it goes - everyone buys a small gift and then you draw names out of a hat and everyone gets a random prezzie. She was looking at pretty boring stuff like chocolates and body lotions when somehow we ended up looking at the condoms in Big W. Can somebody tell me what the deal is with freaking flared condoms?

Anyway, I convinced her to get some of those. But we had to settle for boring old ribbed, since the only packet of flared babies had a big rip in the side of the box, as if some horny folks had decided to get down and dirty in the Homewares section. Then we got a pair of plastic handcuffs. And a big jar of Nutella. A nice red gift box to wack it all in a suddenly we had a slightly more imaginative KK gift. You know how you always end up buying gifts that you'd actually like yourself? Well. I dunno about this one.