Читать книгу Barry Loser and the Holiday of Doom - Jim Smith - Страница 46

‘How in the name of loserness did you get that?’ I said, snuffling my nostrils all around it like a dog.

‘I peeled it off Anton Mildew’s jumper when he wasn’t looking!’ burped Darren, the smell of his Fronkle burp mixing in with the cheese sticker and Gordon’s kangaroo one from earlier.