On Deep Piles of Quick-Poo
Wonder-girl, upon launching her foot into an irresistably deep, black, wet puddle, and discovering it to be a bottomless pile of quick-poo.
After the initial shock had passed, we had to strip her down, cover her bottom half with an tied-up overshirt and let her traipse down the moors like the wild mountain child she is at heart in blackened wet socks.
posted by Mary Ellen Phillips | 2:08 AM
1 Comments:
It's a stinky, wet version of quick sand. Beyond that, I know no more than you do.
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