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Pure genius.
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Meade's_Ball said:I used to be a policeman. I had quite a relaxing job. Stern looks at apple-scrumpers and making kids clean their tags from the village's one bus-stop. There was that murder of the old post-master, i suppose, but that was driven by lust and the murderer hung herself, leaving a written admission of guilt on the chair from which she launched herself. Her neck was bleeding by the time i arrived and her eyelids bulged.
Anyway, i digress.
One late summer, i was asked to visit a Scottish island to investigate the disappearance of a local girl. Someone had read the article about my 99% successful arrest rate and decided i was the country's leading bobby. Little did they know. I arrived on a rickety boat that travelled once a day from the mainland. There was a cup on board to scoop out the sea-water that splashed and splooshed upon us as we huddled together for warmth and mutual arousal. Theyd put me up in an inn. I'd not stayed in one before. There were heads on the walls. Anything with antlers. The eyes followed me into bed and watched me as i slept. Like a fairy godmother moose who had designs on my body. I dreamt of a warthog that night. It chased me and made me pledge allegiance to the Emperor of Wild Pigs. I wore horns and an apron and swept the sty of one of his wives.
I awoke that next morning, a little damp from sweat, and ate a huge breakfast. Waffles. Eggs. Bacon. 3 slices of granary toast. Some sort of meat that looked like a snout. And many, many beans. It was served to me by a woman who seemed to only walk backwards. Not sure if her knees were the wrong way round or not. Her hands looked clean though, so i wasn't about to complain. I wiped my mouth on the brown curtain that separated the kitchen from the dining room. As the filthy fabric pulled to one side, i saw a donkey being pulled into what looked like a freezer. It wasn't happy and there appeared to be asparagus sticks in its nostrils.
I'm not the RSPCA, as you know, so i left it. I feel guilty, of course, but i like to think that the £2 a month i pay to a St Mallard's Mule Sanctuary goes some way to making amends for my inaction.
I met many people that day. A man so stricken by grief that he had refused to speak unless God or the Devil returned his wife to him in one piece. This was unlikely as she had been dismantled by a falling overhead fan. A fan her husband had intended to fix that day, just as he had everyday for the previous 6 months.
I've just bored myself with that and have no idea where i'm going with it. Sorry.
Hope everyone enjoys Halloween nonetheless.
Pure genius.