Tag: health
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PONGPENDIUM – LETTING IT GO! PONGS AWAY!!!
The third in the series of signs was when the bulldog blow off ambushed me. I felt as though the ‘Little Stinkers’ were out for me and I had to get the book written – or else stinks, pongs and nasty niffs were going to catch me at every opportunity.
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PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are You? A Gathering Guffer?
There is a less distinct flavour and it is more challenging to identify the culprit when there are so many parping particpants. It is like the old saying too many cooks spoil the broth. In the case too many stinkers ruin the pong.
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PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are you? A Whiff Warbler?
The stench was intense and while the crowd reacted the warblers flitted away with their beautiful dragonfly wings as if the huge squelch had been a figment of people’s imaginations.
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Time for a Ponga-long Sing Song about a Pertinent Pong!
‘Time for the chorus,’ Sebastian waved his hands in the air as if conducting an orchestra. All the Little Stinkers united in song. ‘Ohhh it stinks… it smells so bad… the rancid stench makes us so sad…
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PONGPENDIUM – What Kind of Little Stinker are you? A Dastardly Drooler?
This Little Stinker is quite an innovation. Most stinks, as we know come from bottoms, although there are some rather breathy badduns’ as well. Now, how many drooling creatures do you know that can fly? Precisely – what fun?
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A Face Off With A Landing Swan
Being at the centre of a Swan’s landing strip is not something I would recommend, especially early in the morning.
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That Refund You Owe Me – Thank You for The Refund
There I was caught up in new inventive sports involving food items and… surprise… a refund. You must have read my emails and thought ‘we can’t take much more of this…’
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That Refund You Owe Me – A Bad Smell!
What an awful job. How they smile at guests when they have been on the receiving on of rectal rage!
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That Refund You Owe Me – False Teeth
Then I heard a story about a pair of false teeth being left on a chair and someone sitting on them so they essentially bit the unsuspecting victim on the arse…
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The Monsters’ Dance CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 1 WINDY GROWLING, SCOWLING AND MONSTERACIOUS HOWLING There was a deep growl carried on the wind. It wound through the trees and blew from the forest. Ben, a stringy scruff of a boy, stopped riding his bike around the garden and paused. ‘Did you hear that Jen?’ Ben asked half whispering. He glanced over […]
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