‘Knocked out by my nunga-nungas.’ (Confessions of Georgia Nicolson, Book 3)

He said, “Look, I really really like you. I always have, you know that. But I am not an idiot, and you know, other girls like me. They are only human; you have seen my dancing …”
That made me laugh even amongst the dramatosity.

I looked down at my drink and I could sort of sense him putting his head in his hands. I was just staring at my drink and avoiding looking at him. Then he said in a low sort of broken voice, “I haven’t been able to get over you … I think, I think I’m in love with you.”
Oh sacré bloody bleu and triple merde. I mumbled, “Dave, I don’t know what to say. I, well … I …”
He said, “Perhaps if you could give me just one last kiss.”
I looked round at him. And he looked at me.
And I noticed he was wearing a big false red clown’s nose. And just gazing at me.
Actually it was really, really funny, even though the joke was on me. He just looked hilarious! Both of us were falling about.
But then this awful thing happened. I accidentally found myself attached to his mouth. (He took the red nose off first though …)

This was my first official outing as girlfriend of a Sex God. I wasn’t going to let it go to my head though.
Lalalalalalalalala. Fabbity fab fab. Eat dirt, Earth creatures.

Phoned Jas again.
“What do you think on the basooma front? You know, emphasise them, do the, ‘Yes, I’ve got big nunga-nungas but I’m proud of them!’ or strap them down and don’t breathe out much all night?”
That’s when Vati went ballisticisimus about me being on the phone.
“Why the hell do you talk rubbish to Jas on the phone when she is coming round here in a minute and you can talk rubbish to her without it costing me a fortune?!!!!”
It’s not me that talks rubbish. It’s him. He just shouts rubbish at me. He’s like Hawkeye with a beard.

“Oh, are you a sort of item, then?”
She went a bit girlish. “Well, you know, he said, ‘Are you going to the gig?’ and I said, ‘Yeah,’ and he said, ‘See you there, then.’ ”
Rosie said, “Yes, but does he mean ‘If you are going I’ll see you there because you will be, like, THERE to see’? Or does he mean ‘See you there, like in see YOU there’?”
Ellen didn’t know, she was in a state of confusiosity. Join the club, I say.

“Mr Attwood, interesting though the Stone Age is, I really haven’t got time to discuss your childhood. I’ll just say au revoir and if I don’t see you again in this life, best of luck in that great caretakers’ home in the sky.”