Oh, I didn’t lose those; I think they were stolen by Evil Ex-Roommate, to what (ahem) end I do not know.
For more on the topic of the OP, rent Friends With Money.
Two stories:
I lived with a polyamorus couple for a couple of years. Once, they had some friendly friends over. I was going to spend the weekend with the man-who-would-become-Mouse_Spouse, so I offered my bed to anyone who just wanted to sleep. Monday arrives, I come home, and my friends burst into laughter! They discovered my vibrator - I had left it in my bed. :eek: :o :smack:
Once, a boyfriend gave me A Woman’s Guide to Anal Sex. The guy and I broke up, but I kept the book - because I rarely get rid of books. (I swear!) Mother_Maven discovered this text as she helped me pack for a move. :eek:
I totally forgot about that scene! That was hilarious.
My roomate had a rather uptight, holier than thou friend whom we helped move to a new apartment. It was rather tame for us when we picked up the couch and saw a bunch of playboys. But we know that it must have been mortifying for him. Especially after all the grief he gave us over our “dirty minds.” The mags were gone when we got back inside for the next load of items and no one said anything.
So a friend was visiting me in the Big City and I had taken her to a sex shop since she needed moral support. We were walking downtown with our purchases and in the middle of the street a large purple silicone dildo drops out of the bag. The large and grandiose woman behind us says in stentorial tones, “Honey, you gots a HOLE in yo’ bag.” and walks off.
Needless to say, penis ensued.
Isn’t that a James Brown song?
Maybe that’s where I’d heard it before!