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Oh, You Scombottled Dool Ass!
Definition: When You Lose Something, Only To Find You're Sitting On It.
I searched high and low for my phone. I was sure that I had put it on the chair arm, but it wasn't there.
"What the fuck?" I said to my friend, Janice who was trying to help me find it.
We searched the lounge, kitchen, bathroom, toilet, and the children's rooms. We even checked all around the outside of the house, in-case I had dropped it on the way in.
"This is no use! It must have been stolen while we were at the park!" I complained.
"It's not in the car, is it?" Janice asked me.
"That's not possible. I haven't used the car, I explained while pacing the floor in frustration.
I decided to finally sit down and have a think.
"Watch out!" Janice said laughing.
I looked in my chair, and to my surprise, my phone was staring back at me!
"Oh, you Scombottled Dool Ass!" Jan exclaimed.
I asked her for a meaning, and she said
"When you lose something, only to find you're sitting on it."
I stared at her, and replied,
"You cheeky Fucker!"
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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Brilliantly done, and very relatable! I don't recall ever looking for something I was sitting on, but I once spent ten minutes looking for my ball cap, only to discover it was sitting on my head.
Anyone who canβt relate to this is a lost soul.
Haha π Nice Job πππthis is relatable π―30mins ago my phone π± was underneath me Tucked inside the couch cushions lol π β
Nice work β€οΈ Iβm new here hope my stories are good π
Somehow Your word reminds me of mine just transformed into English pronunciation (Notten)scorbengnoten - scombottled :) haha I enjoyed great entrance :)
I love this and I love the word!