Bras get on my tits.
Goat catchers get my goat.
Crimson spectacles make me see red.
Licking hens has me spitting feathers.
Setting fire to my neck makes me hot under the collar.
Beer made of Fairy Liquid has me foaming at the mouth.
Parachuting into the crater of a live volcano makes my blood boil.
A big chunk of pie that I have failed to chew properly sticks in my craw.
Holding a frying pan which is spinning at 89 miles per hour makes me fly off the handle.
And Vicks Sinex gets right up my nose.
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