Me: You smell nice, mum.
Mum: Thank you, son.
Me: It's sort of peachy.
Mum: Oh God, I've put that air freshener on my hair again!
(It was the word again that did it.)
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Me: You smell nice, mum.
Mum: Thank you, son.
Me: It's sort of peachy.
Mum: Oh God, I've put that air freshener on my hair again!
(It was the word again that did it.)
When an acquaintance was mentioned in his presence, the poet William McGonnagal once commented, "Yes, I remember him, he was the first person to ever throw a plate of peas at me!"