Moody Little Madam

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Debbie was in a moody when I got to her house tonight. Apparently she had a poorly tummy and was playing the sympathy vote trick but her dad Ian wasn't impressed.

What made it worse was Debbie had found one of her dad's cans of beer which he had hidden and she drunk the lot, depositing the empty can in such a way as to rub it in when her dad found it.


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So now it was pay back time. Debbie thought it was a good idea to lock Ian and myself in the back garden but she was in for a massive shock when Debbie's mum Ellen let us back in and Ian was ready for revenge.

Armed with a hand full of powdered plaster he chased Debbie down the road until eventually the little wuss's legs gave out and the plaster hit her square in the face. What an improvement!!


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The hands, oh those hands! A bit camera shy are you Debbie, now you're covered in plaster dust? TUFF! Well done Ian and next time Debbie your feit will be far worse!!


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