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DTS

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This saturday I for the first time in ages had a day at home and did nothing. My only real aim for the day was to nip into Brighton centre and gets Mrs Dts's Xmas presents.

I was meant to go at 10am but as my Hereenven side are doing well on Football Manager I didnt actaully leave till gone one.

Now my flat is the top floor of a old victorian house and my buzzer nevers works so we always miss the postman. My mate Skeletor has broken up with his Mrs and has rented my spare room for 4 months now. It works quite well as he gives me some rent and I am never there so its money for nothing really.

Anyway - Saturday got to the bottom of the stairs and in out post box was one of those red cards from the postman saying you have missed a delivery. Being the good mate I am I decided to take the card into town to save Skeletor the pain of having to go.

Got to the bottom of my road and low and behold I bumped straight into the postman. So I asked him for Skeletors packagae and he gave it to me. I hate carrying thigns at the best of times but this parcel was massive yet a basic feel revlealed the contents in side where really small.

Now my mate always gets a load of stuff from random auties etc which are normally crap so I decided in my wisdom to open the parcel - dispose of the excess packaging and carry the Xmas gift around town in my pocket. BIG MISTAKE.

As I opened the package I soon realised that what was inside was I think Viagra. I say I think as never had to use it.

Saturday was our lads mates Xmas bash and all the lads came round mine for a few beers before we hit the town. My mate Sketelor has been playing football all day so I slipped the parcel onto his bed and then joined the rest of the lads. I kind of might have just maybe slipped it into conversation about the mystery package with a few/all the lads possibly.

Later that night he collared me and asked what happended to his parcel - So I explained as he was cool with it. He did however ask if I had looked inside and I said No. I mean technically I wasn't sure what it was.

Since then I have had three or four other lads from the night ask me what was in the parcel but I have said I dont know.

I now dont know what to do from the following....Come clean to Skeletor and ask him if he wants to talk about his issue....Tell everyone my mate cant get wood and make his the Xmas laughing stock as I am sure he would do to me or just keep quiet. Ideas please?
 
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Dave, say nothing, cos if you blab to mates you might wake up one morning dead under the patio.
Let's face it, if it was you would you want to chat about Mr Floppy to your landlord ? He is probably upset laying in bed listening to your head-board banging anyway -- why make it worse for the poor bloke.
 
You dont actually know what was inside tho so best stay quiet IMO.

Besides how would you raise the subject with your mate anyhow.......its a hard one but silence would be best.:p
 
Dave, say nothing, cos if you blab to mates you might wake up one morning dead under the patio.
Let's face it, if it was you would you want to chat about Mr Floppy to your landlord ? He is probably upset laying in bed listening to your head-board banging anyway -- why make it worse for the poor bloke.

Good advice there Dave. Just beware of mistakes in the bathroom cabinet medication mate.
 
I know a few people who have taken it just to see what its like - they claim not to have had a problem in that area but they were impressed with how long they kept it up!
 
Just ask him what was in there - and judge from his response whether you should pursue enquiries. If you're looking for an excuse as to why you should ask him - you could always say that he seemed a bit concerned that you'd looked inside, so you were worried that it was meant to be a surprise Christmas gift for you, and that you haven't got him anything...
 
Were these play on words intentional, i assume yes ;)

As it would be completely out of character I would suggest it must have been pure coincidence. ;)

I do think tho, that looking inside someone elses parcel knowing its not yours is wrong. But to put in the real killer blow and laugh about it with your mates would just not be on especially as the guy is helping out paying some of the rent and stuff. :p
 
Why don't you tell a whole bunch of people on a public message board? I am sure skeletor would love that!

Thanks for the story, very interesting read!
 
A few of us out here in Sri Lanka hired a minibus the other week. We stopped off to get some cash and one of the lads disappeared off. We found him in the chemist and asked him what was up (possibly the wrong choice of words with hindsight) and he said he was buying some viagra. Reckons he can buy cheap out here and sell it on for a profit back home in t'pub. I was a little sceptical, but judging by the quantities he was buying, they weren't for personal consumption.
 
A few of us out here in Sri Lanka hired a minibus the other week. We stopped off to get some cash and one of the lads disappeared off. We found him in the chemist and asked him what was up (possibly the wrong choice of words with hindsight) and he said he was buying some viagra. Reckons he can buy cheap out here and sell it on for a profit back home in t'pub. I was a little sceptical, but judging by the quantities he was buying, they weren't for personal consumption.

Maybe they were, and he is camping in Sri Lanka. Perhaps he just needed a higher tent post?

Personally I think they are great in a double Jack Daniels - the ideal good stiff drink.
 
I wouldn't tell your friends, I'd just leave it, or post it onto a public message board for the whole world to see...
 
I wouldn't tell your friends, I'd just leave it, or post it onto a public message board for the whole world to see...

Yes I imagine my Brighton supporting mate who no-one on this board knows will be surfing Shrimperzone as we speak. :finger:
 
Say nothing, do nothing.

Afterall, when your own parcels of dubious content arrive, you never know what might happen.
 
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