Any time I let a kindergarten crowd like that work a trick on me that was invented right after Noah discovered spoiled grape juice, I owe myself a month in jail.
If the thought of crab-walking with an oozing, mucous-like mud sucking at your boots and gloves makes you think that caving might not be the sport for you, you might be a blennophobe, someone who is afraid of slime.
You got married? Good for you!
What will you take to be paid out?’ said the butcher. ‘The regular chummage is two–and–six. Will you take three bob?’ ‘And a bender,’ suggested the clerical gentleman. ‘Well, I don’t mind that; it’s only twopence a piece more,’ said Mr. Martin. ‘What do you say, now? We’ll pay you out for three–and–sixpence a week. Come!’
