I am just thinking aloud, Josh what if everything is not as it seems. When the storm broke last night I heard and saw the strangest thing. It was as if there was a loop in time. A huge rumbling beast, the like of which I have never seen before, it just pushed its way in through what was the front door.
You cheeky bugger, I never did. Anyway you had most of the poitin, and not only that, you stole my girl. As for those baked beans, I know they give me wind, but it’s never that explosive.
Footnote: Poitin is a traditional Irish distilled alcoholic drink, it could be quite potent. The last time I remember trying it, the three story Victorian house was vibrating, nay shaking, as all it’s inhabitants danced a rather over the top Ceili.