Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

Little Johnny's Grandma was telling him how good her grabber was. She showed him how versatile it was. Picking things up from the floor, then reaching up with it to retrieve things.

The little sod snatched it off her and threw it on the floor.

"Now you're stuffed!" He shouted, or words to that effect.

It's warm where me and Little Johnny are going to.