Little Jenny Christmas was very upset because her arm was all covered in weeping sores. She ran outside to where her Daddy was tending the tulips.
“Daddy, Daddy - look, my arm has all puss on it! Daddy look!” she said, all agitated and frowning.
“Oh don’t worry about that,” replied her smiling father - the wisest man she knew - “you’re just getting older, that’s all.”
And, as he ruffled her hair, his lungs fell out through his arse.
This is terrible.
I am laughing my bowels off.
Your bowelbys, you mean.
It’s alright really. Perhaps just overliberal use of the word “all”.