You can never tell if a grown-up is fibbing.
My granny's dog is naked all the time, you can see his balls and everything.
Shall I just put the thong back in her drawer and hope for the best?
Perhaps you should consider something more jolly like a ouija board session.
We can go into the garden and snigger at her frightening undergarments, and maybe have a peek at her dog Bilko's enormous testicles.
If one comes near me I'll be sure to squish it with my shoe.
My wish came partly true, except K-Stew hasn't been mauled by a rabid dog yet.
Winning doesn't feel good when you're dealing with friction burns and a brutal sugar come-down.