By Louise Rennison
Georgia suggestion she had placed her "red-bottomosity" to leisure while she eventually selected Robbie the intercourse God over Dave the snort. besides, Dave the chuckle is now relationship her pal Ellen (which did not cease Georgia from snogging him at a party...) but if Dave breaks up with Ellen and the intercourse God is rarely round, Georgia does not understand what to do! As consistently, in Georgia's existence, not anything ever seems as deliberate!
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Ellen went all red and girlish. ” I was prepared to leave it at that, but not old Nosey Knickers. She rambled on. “Did you and Dave the Laugh . . ” Ellen shifted around on the knicker toastingrack (radiator) and said, “Well . ” I said, “Look, if Ellen wants to have some personal space, well . ” 26 But Ellen was keen as le moutarde (keener) to talk about my dumpee. “He did, er, walk me home and . ” The ace gang were all agog as two gogs, apart from me. I was ungogged. In fact, I was doing my impression of a cucumber (and no, I do not mean I was lying on some salad .
And God works in mysterious ways, as everyone knows. ” She was all weird and huffy. ” She was rambling on about Ellen and Dave the Laugh, of course. ” That made her think. ” I had to admit she had me there. Her trouble is that she has never done anything adventurous, her bottom has never glowed with 33 the red light of . . er . . red-bottomosity. I said to her, “Jas, Jas, my little nincompoop, I didn’t MEAN to snog Dave the Laugh. It was an accident. ” “Well, you know, I have very little control over my nunga-nungas, for instance .
It is so obviously hilarious. And not at all “indicative of stupendous childishness,” as Hawkeye said. m. Perhaps I am Spawn of the Devil in a skirt and have the third eye. No, I mean the second whatsit . . sight. Because I told Mum that I was staying behind to help with Peter Pan, even though I wasn’t, and now I am. I may have special powers. m. No, I haven’t got special powers. I tried for about a million years to make the wall clock fall onto Hawkeye’s head, but it just gave me a very bad headache.