That's not nice Sam, that's not nice what you did to me!

So...

Many a time throughout my existence have I suffered some sort of traumatiztion, whether it be after discussing 'Rimming' with Mister Wiljen, and not ever being able eat a chocolate muffin again or just seeing the sad sight of an unfortunate dying animal, but never do I think have I ever suffered such a horrific moment as I have tonight at 00.10!

Poop-a-riffic ... Choc-a-riffic!

Sam, called me on Skype. And No! I don't know who Sam is, but after our little call, lasting less than a minute, I feel now, that I know him intimately, all parts of him, or at least one significant part. Yup, that's right, his penis!

Sam: Befriend me please! : )

The tale begins as Noodles, Red Hair and I (whoohoo proper grammar) were sitting discussing the topics of the day, mostly immigration, assimilation, multiculturalism in Sweden and Ireland but you know some regular stuff too. The discussion ended and I was about to make tea, seeing that I'm Irish, it seemed like the thing to do, when I saw someone was calling me on Skype. I quickly donned my giant 'call center' headphones...

Have you tried, ummm, turning it off, and aah turning it back on again?!

"Who the fuck is Sam...did someone change their contact name?!"

Answer with video, as a reflective response

The screen was black

"Shit, shouldn't have answered this!"

The screen now slowly being illuminated from the centre outwards

"What?! Oh, and that would be a penis!"

*Hang up*

*Shiver*

*Run to tell the two Roomies what horrific thing had happened!*

So I'm not exactly traumatized, after all, it's only a penis, and as icky looking as they are its not like it was going to hurt me or 'twas rotting with black syphilis or anything, least I didn't notice! But it certainly was an interesting end to the day...

Indeed!

...wonder what'll happen this time tomorrow?