Last night we continued to rifle through our now sagging Santa bags, to pick out the last of the lollies and dangerous toys. Adam pulled out a Whoopee cushion from his, and proceeded to give a demonstration on the fine art of ‘Faux Flatulance’. unfortunately the goiters escape nozzle sealed tight upon inflation, and when Adam launched himself at the faulty air bladder arse first, the resulting explosive, stinging crack that tore from Adams posterior region, had everyone in the room wincing. We all knew the goiter had ruptured and torn apart, like some early experimental diragable.
Poor Adam launched out of the seat, and the stench of cheap, heated, and traumatised rubber filled the room. Below is a photo of the exit wound on the traumatised goiter.
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