Groida isn't deaf. I'm not even sure the explosions have affected his particle of a brain. I was sauntering around the entrance to the mine, innocently sucking on a cola cube when one dropped from the bag and within what seemed like a nanosecond he was at ground level, scraping about like a hog seeking a truffle. Devious lout.
After shovelling away Auntie Pamela's dinner of Toad in the Alcove, Haricots Phall und Bombay Kartoffel, he chose to inform us that nobody should blow off while he demonstrated his latest fireworks. I think it was just a pre-emptive excuse to blame others for his ineptitude.
True, I have never seen such gargantuan clouds of smoke - and in subtle hues of sepia and violet - issuing forth from modest bog roll tubes. Then again, I've never known everything go black, the roof cave in and having to burrow my way through several hundred tins of Chesswood creamed mushrooms. I'll never sell them on now.
I've told him to take a rest from his tinkering with things that can produce startling chemical reactions. Preferably until 2039. I for one would like to see old age.
After shovelling away Auntie Pamela's dinner of Toad in the Alcove, Haricots Phall und Bombay Kartoffel, he chose to inform us that nobody should blow off while he demonstrated his latest fireworks. I think it was just a pre-emptive excuse to blame others for his ineptitude.
True, I have never seen such gargantuan clouds of smoke - and in subtle hues of sepia and violet - issuing forth from modest bog roll tubes. Then again, I've never known everything go black, the roof cave in and having to burrow my way through several hundred tins of Chesswood creamed mushrooms. I'll never sell them on now.
I've told him to take a rest from his tinkering with things that can produce startling chemical reactions. Preferably until 2039. I for one would like to see old age.
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