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Some years ago I sold raffle tickets (a type of gambling for cash in NZ) around the bars after work on a Thursday evening. I came across a man one time very interested in what I was doing for a certain political party by the way, and was very keen to act as an agent for a super-raffle I was promoting for Xmas. The arrangement was that I was to call at his house on the following Sunday. He came to the door wearing just a pair of jockey underpants with an erection. I thought this rather strange, but took up his invitation to come inside. We went into the living room. I went through my patter on what was required with the tickets ignoring the blindly obvious that his interest was not to sell raffles. The next thing his wife storms in, and orders me out. She must have felt some guilt as she phoned a week later : I was to pick up the tickets from the letterbox. None were sold.