My back garden faces the back garden’s of the houses in the next street. The bosses son lives at one of those houses. The other day my boss was trying to figure out how far away our back gardens are. When we figured it out, what I meant to say was “Great, now I know where to throw all the snails…” (joke), but my brain froze and couldn’t think of the word snail… so my mouth happily filled in the blank with “used condoms”… Ummm… Oops!
