When I was little my auntie used to tell me her belly button was so deep she could hide a loaf of bread in it.
One winter, the insurance man had come round to collect his monthly cheque for her premium. She let him in and asked him to wait and went to get her cheque book, at this point 7 year old me sidled into the room and in an effort to make conversation said, "Did you know my auntie can hide a whole loaf of bread in her belly button?" to which he replied, "No. I didn't".
My auntie overheard and screeched my name but it was too late. She said whenever she saw him after that time she always felt compelled to tell him her belly button wasn't actually that big...
One winter, the insurance man had come round to collect his monthly cheque for her premium. She let him in and asked him to wait and went to get her cheque book, at this point 7 year old me sidled into the room and in an effort to make conversation said, "Did you know my auntie can hide a whole loaf of bread in her belly button?" to which he replied, "No. I didn't".
My auntie overheard and screeched my name but it was too late. She said whenever she saw him after that time she always felt compelled to tell him her belly button wasn't actually that big...