So I donāt have a cupboard but I do have a box of naughty things. A naughty box if you will. It sits under my bedside table. So anyway, time for story time with Rarity!
About three years ago now I had a few friends back at mine after a night out. It was about 4am and we were all boozed up and coked up. (I feel like I should point out now that this isnāt going where you think itās going). Anyway, my friend Lauren wants to put her feet up so she asks around if thereās anything she can use. My other friend Lizzie looks around and spots the box under the table and pulls it out. Oh, I should probably mention that the box is see-through so its contents are fairly obvious. So Lizzie starts passing the box to Lauren and in my spangled state I react by diving across the room screaming no but what is more likely me waving my arm and grunting. This obviously does nothing. Lauren takes the box, looks it for one second and then shouts āRARITYāS GOT A NAUGHTY BOX!ā. Everyone cracks up laughing, I die of shame and continue to die of shame every time I go out for drinks with Lauren in the 3 years since as she brings it up Every. Damn. Time.
Thank fuck sheās moved to Australia now.