A puff of wind from the open door caught and ballooned the scanties; off they sailed, out the window billowing into freedom.
Hadn't heard a thing. Hard at work, head down, bum up.
'May I ask,' said the Major, 'what wine this is, which has — if I may so express myself — a very physicky flavour?'
Harold: How is Sarah? I don't want to jump her while she's on the rag.
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