The Fishball in the Can

My dad had flossd his teeth upstairs, and in his eagerness to get back downstairs, carried on flossing as he came down into the living room. He dumped the floss in the dregs of his logger can, only for my husband to swoop on by and have a swig of it. That has really me. You wouldn't want a drink for the rest of the night. Oh, you'd be like a chorus to the point wher. And this, it's a thing, all that' happened on frock and gagan. I feel lik i could be sick. Jo o, the symple mistake. A o, make sureit first