Rukka! Rukka! Rukka!

Mel:
RUKKA! So anyway, on a weekend away in Phillip Island, VIC with a group of friends we all got talking about, well ... sex stories. AND, this very good friend of ours ... whose name is not to be mentioned told us a story that had us all giggling for days on end, and then some. It goes a little somethin' like this ...

One evening this friend of ours who is not to be mentioned brought a companion home for the evening for a little jiggy jiggy. When things were really starting to hot up for the companion, (mid-coital) the companion started yelling, "Rukka ...Rukka ... Rukka ... Rukka," over and over again. This, as you can imagine put a dampener on the not to be mentioned friends desire. The not to be mentioned friend didn't know whether to laugh ... or get the hell out of there.

So Rukka became our catch-phrase for this weekend away and for many days, weeks, months afterwards.

Coincidentally, Paul and I were window shopping for Scooters and helmets the other day and I came across this jacket, with the brand name "Rukka!" As you can see from the price tag, we didn't snaffle it, however, had there been a t-shirt our not to be mentioned friend would have been receiving a gift in the mail!