“As both his hands were full of painting stuff, he couldn’t brace himself, which meant he broke the next rung down with his testicles, and then the next and then the next until eventually he was at floor level.
Incredibly he didn’t spill any paint.“I can still hear the shrill, keening noise he made, though, so there’s no way I was going to try to unjam my barn door while perched on a long wooden killing machine.
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