Lukey and I were sitting on the floor together, operating the bingo number cage. His job was to spin the cage and my job was to call out the numbers for the girls who were playing bingo for After Eights.
Out of the blue, Lukey says, "It smells like poo here? Do you think it smells like poo?"
I sniffed and agreed. I asked the obvious question: "Did you fart?"
He grinned and nodded. "Yep," he smirked. "Yep, I did."
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