Stinky toe

"Oh, Great!" you moan. "Stuck with the world's biggest brat!"

"Well how do you think I feel about it, having to put up with your foot odour?" retorts Scott

"So, you think my feet smell, do you? Well why don't you have a good sniff and see?" And with those words you jam your big toe up Scott's nostril

"Pooh! Geb your sbelly toe out ob by dose!" pants Scott, his eyes watering. "I can't!" you say, giving it a slight wriggle. It's stuck in your nostril!"

(It is, too!)

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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