Coming to the end of a hard days work at the office I lean back in my chair to relax, only to notice that the pair of pants I had worn that day had a small hole in them. Noticing a piece of cotton sticking of the hole I forgot all about what my mother had told me about pulling them and took a firm hold of the offending thread, and tuggerd….hard…

It was only when my eyes started watering and a gasp escaped from my mouth that I realised it wasn’t a piece of cotton at all.
- camper@arenax.com