Knocked Out by My Nunga-Nungas

Jas said, “Well, what happened?” And I said, “Well, it was beyond marvy. We talked and snogged and then he made me a sandwich and we snogged and then he played me a record and then we snogged.” “So it was like…” “Yeah… a snogging fest.” “Sacré bleu!” Jas looked like she was thinking which is a) unusual and b) scary. I said, “But then this weird thing happened. He had his hands on my waist, standing behind me.” “Oo–er…” “D–accord. Anyway, I turned round and he sort of leaped out of the way like two short leaping things.” “Was he dancing?” “No… I think he was frightened of being knocked out by my nunga–nungas…” Then we both laughed like loons on loon tablets (i.e. A LOT).