Gold Gentleman Pure gold


Recently was doing some work in my cousins shed, a glorious affair, with a titty girl calender from 1989, a time when we were just old enough to have our own work space.
Hours passed as we worked away - it was bliss. It was rudely interupted by my wife asking when we intended to call it a day (daughters birthday party the following day) as "you have commitments you know".
She then glanced across at the calender of dreams and said "and why dont you take that calender down its not 1989 any more and look heres a trading post from 1992"
My cousin in his dry humour laughed "I gauge inflation from those trading posts and that girls breasts have stayed as pert as the day she was put up there"
Cue much laughing by all - with my wife even sitting in the couch for 10 minutes before returning with me home.