On the way back from the Barbican the other night, I decided to call into Waitrose and see if the tip I’d been given about organic butternut squashes being bigger was true.
And even if it wasn’t, I’d enjoy the amusement of comparing the size of root vegetables in a supermarket while dressed in latex stockings on a Saturday night. I mean I could just be getting something to go with the Sunday roast on the way home, but no harm in making minds wander along the way.
I was sure the Duchy Organics butternut squashes were a bit bigger than the one I’d bought and fucked myself with recently so I enjoyed taking it to the self service till before bringing it home to compare.
Turns out as my cunt gets bigger so do my eyes because when I compared the two, there was a marked difference in size. Yet this time I was thinking it would be quite manageable with a little practice. After all I couldn’t take more than three fingers this time last year.
Maybe I don’t learn as slowly as I think I do…