Cleaning Out My Closet (Part Two)

Before leaving the subject of the chocolate nipples for good, I just thought that I'd provide some photographic evidence of their existence. I know the picture isn't the greatest quality, but it gives a pretty good idea of what hese infernal devices look like. These are two of the six survivors. I'm still undecided as to what to do with them. I certainly won't be eating them.

Whilst we're on the subject of the stuff I rediscovered in my closet, I thought that I'd also treat you to a picture of part of the 'explosives' cache I rediscovered there. (The yellow oblong box is part of the remote firing trigger for the rocket.) The fireworks are of the type you stick in the ground, and which then fire some kind of shrieking blue projectile into the air. If you angle them the right way, you can get them to hit people's rooftops (in theory, of course, as I'd obviously never commit such an act of vandalism).

Finally, I offer you a glimpse of my long lost porn stash. All pretty mundane stuff. Mind you, if you look closely at the uppermost cover, you'll see the origin of one of my favourite story titles I used in The Sleaze. As I mentioned earlier, I'm proud of the fact that I rescued all of these jazz mags from hedgerows and gutters, and nursed them back to health.