OK Ladies, this is how it goes:
Fisherman no. 1, end of a long day on the boat, is pulling on his jeans ready for dinner. Puts his hand in his pockets and feels something strange. On pulling it out he realises that he is wearing the same unwashed jeans that he last had on when going out with his wife 3 weeks ago when away for the weekend. Fear floods his brain as he realises that if said item is now found on his person, questions around his fidelity and reasons for carrying with him will spring to his spouses mind... [cf responses above].
A few seconds later a smile crosses his face, and a little giggle spouts from his lips. On the way to the dinner table, a small detour into his friends' cabin/tent/wherever they were staying and a flick of the wrist and the dirty secret is deposited deep in his friend's sleeping bag. He smiles secretly to himself all night.
Evening No. 2 and Fisherman No. 2 has spent all day in a sweat, worrying as to where the small article he found in his sleeping bag had come from. Was it a test from his beloved wife? Was it left there from when he was 21 on his last camping trip [indeed - who knew sleeping bags could be washed]. Regardless, disposal is required. However, what use disposal without making someone else live in trauma for a while. On the way to the dinner table, a small detour into his friends' cabin/tent/wherever they were staying and a flick of the wrist and the dirty secret is deposited deep in his friend's sleeping bag. He smiles secretly to himself all night.
Evening No. 3 and things have sped up. The item has been found in a number of different locations. The speed of reappearance is increasing as the day of departure looms. Everyone knows that only one person will face the wifely wrath when the ghastly gift is ultimately found. As long as it is not them much laughter will be expended over the next few months when meeting up again over a few beers...
But beware, the reappearing condom will never be forgotten and revenge one day will be sweet...
Bwaa haa haa haa haa haa