It's Summer, Soul, Stiff, a brand of ice lawly.

Us-o-e-this, us-o-e-this.

O-e-you-do-you-look-just like body-holy.

Us-o-e-this, us-o-e-this.

Helen and O-o-le, us-o-e-this.

Thanks to Shawna from Adelaide, we're starting this episode with a line

we have never started an episode before, which is, my husband is a cobbler.

The other day, he took in a pair of boots, and when he started to repair them,

he realised there was something shoved down in the front of the boot.

This is not that unusual.

Sometimes for stidious people, stuff their boots with papers so they keep their shape.

However, on pulling out the items, he discovered a G-string, not for a guitar,

a sports bra and a crop top obviously used.

And sweaty.

And there.

Anyway, we had a bit of a brainstorm over a glass of booze

and decided that the correct course of action was to bag these items separately

and hand them back to the customer with the mended boots.

Satisfying all round.

No one gets embarrassed, but a very subtle shaming nonetheless.

I agree.

Uh, what is left for us to comment on here?

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