I went shopping across the Rhine in Germany. The food is cheaper and you get your tax charges back when you cross the border. Plus the grocery store is huge, shiny clean and well organized.
I was innocently pushing my cart through this family store, looking at the aisle with chocolate bars and marzipan. And, what’s that? Why, it’s two pigs fucking! A lovely Valentine’s Day gift for the honey in your life who likes almond paste and sex while wrapped in cellophane.