[…] Not that I've been with any woman like that. I'd imagine such a woman would have a flange like a wizard's sleeve," Jamie said.
"'Wizard's sleeve,' you say?"
“Yes, a particularly capacious sausage wallet.”
"Aaah, I see now," Aaban said, nodding. "You can never know that for sure about a woman's past. […]
2014, Frances Kuffell, Love Sick: A Memoir of Searching for Mr. Good Enough, unnumbered page:
No adultery, no sex before marriage, no bestiality, no homosexuality, no incest, no ejaculation anywhere besides your wife's sausage wallet.
2014, Joan Smythe, Downstage Upfront: The First 40 Years of New Zealand's Longest-running Professional Theatre, page 430:
'Hearing the broadcasting minister, ' wrote Lynn Freeman, “talk about pussy, sausage wallet, girl's dick, and other words which would get a broadcaster into trouble, was one of the most intriguing aspects of this much touted play.'
2018, Christine Besze, Badcock Tour 2: A Coxsister Cruise, unnumbered page:
"Told ya. The bloke wants in your sausage wallet.”
