On my way to work yesterday morning I was walking down Buchanan Street, crossing St Vincent Street, and had to wait for the traffic to clear.
As I was looking left I saw the guy beside me had a Muller Yoghurt in his hand. It was open with the lid bent up in a wee curve. As he lifted it I noticed it was almost empty.
He tipped it up and I saw his freakishly long tongue slide out and waggle around inside then tub to get the rest of the purple yoghurt from the bottom. He was doing it all one handed and seemed quite skilled at using his tongue to go in a good couple of inches and hit the right spot. His girlfriend must love him.
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