Wow. What a treat. 😬
Karma might take over one day hopefully.....I wrote a story for moral support....
In the midst of a sweltering heatwave, Mr and Mrs Pie-Head relax amidst the bubbles of their B&M, Bluetooth stereo equipped hot tub. 🌞
Under the blazing midday sun, the buzzing, vibrating blow up contraption gradually expands as it's inhabitants guzzle their ice infused Lambrini and cans of Stella...🍺
An hours worth of FaceTime calls to family and friends, booming out via the Hot Tub Bluetooth speakers, invokes a loud bustling festival atmosphere. Yaaay. The sun blazes, pork skin crispens, tongues loosen, everyone is having great fun.....,🥳
With almost no warning, the ever expanding rubber tub explodes with such cataclysmic force that the shockwaves are sent down the entire street. 💥
Horror subsequently unfolds as the force of this explosion propels Mr and Mrs PH out the contraption that once was the epitome of their 'Love, Live, Relax' lives 🙏
In almost slow motion, Mr Pie Head seemingly somersaults across kitchen windows crying out in a slowed down deepened voice....' Noooo'..🙋♂️
As if the sight before all agaze could not get any worse...Mr PH's new England Team Matalan swim shorts suddenly tear off under the explosive force, thereby exposing all embarrassing parts to the street. 🍄
Having consumed too much of the fizzing gas variety that day; automatic bodily functions have taken charge. ..💩
Mr PH defecates down his leg forming an unfortunate chain of dried clinkers attached to his leg hair in the space of 2 seconds. Very sadly thus covering up the recent calf ink adornment. 🦵
Nearby neighbours pause aghast....then film the spectacle and post it online; just for the LOLs.....🤷
No children will be harmed in the making of this scene... 🙏