Who could’ve imagined Little Hairy-Harry would be so very sensitive, olfactorally speaking? Oh, that would be just his luck. He knocked back an aspirin and prayed with all his might, ‘Damnation! I really hope I’m going to get used to this. Because if I don’t, crikey Moses, I’m going to be in deep trouble…’
Within a few moments, he started feeling better. More or less. Although an unpleasantly burny sensation was stirring in his stomach.
‘Hey, twatface. You have to take an aspirin with water, doncha know?’
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