Dan’s sore arse 1

Dan was with us standing outside the lift on Tuesday morning waiting to go down to the canteen for breakfast. The first thing that came from his lips was
“Damn, my arse is sore.”
If you didn’t know what he’d been up to at the weekend, you would wonder what he’d been up to at the weekend.
Of course we had to ask if he’d been up to any abnormal sexual practices even though we knew that he’d been go-carting on the Sunday (and they don’t have much suspension), and on the Monday he’d been snowboarding at the snow-dome, and falling down on his arse a lot.