An everyday story of concrete folk: Two

Next morning, Big Bigger went off in his car, with his goff sticks in the boot while the house remained silent.
Bashem and Royal Flush sat on the lawn picking their noses and speculating.
Royal Flush who saw himself as a psychologist pushed out his lip. “Mid-life crisis,” he opined.
Hamish McSporran who was passing with a barrowload of fertiliser, flicked him with shit.
“Mid-life crisis ma bum, ye big bawbie. The mon’s just asserting his authority.”
Big Bigger returned with an even bigger tv, lots of pizza, and an enormous bunch of flowers.
“Asserting hisself,” Bertha snorted.

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