A few years ago, we ate in a restaurant in Reykjavik . Some time after, I was relieving myself in the sleeve of my wife’s fur coat. I noticed some writing in the sleeve ! It said “ I found this coat hanging up in Harrys bar. I enjoyed your fur coat lining better than my meal . Enjoy your wet coat lining “. That’s where ate, Harry’s Bar.
Gave me a real hard on knowing someone had fuc*ed my wife’s coat !!!
We are going back to Iceland in a couple of weeks time, so the memory makes me smile . No fur coat going though, it’s August, too warm !
OK guys, you ever screwed a ladies coat that doesn’t belong to you ??? Where did you find it ?