My Cakes Are Burnt!
Leigh and his best friend Black are sat on the sofa chewing the cud when in storms Leigh’s wife announcing that her cakes are burnt to a crisp. One of them was meant to be watching over them while she worked hard cleaning the house. But being bone idle they didn’t once think to check. How was she expected to clean and bake at the same time she barked at them, but the nonchalant replies to simply bake some more made her blood boil ! She was raging and would make them pay. Despite a little backchat, they knew it was no good arguing with her, as she forced them both to bend over the couch as she walloped them, then bent each one of them over the room table in turn and beat the living daylights out of them with her slipper…
