Bakesy
Farting for ENGLAND!!!
Count Dracula is on the pull in London.
He spends the night drinking
> Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's
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> He is heading for home, wandering around Covent Garden sometime
> before sunrise. Suddenly he is hit on the back of the head. He looks
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> Mmmm, he thinks What's going on here. A few yards further on
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> BANG.
> Smacked on the back of the head again!
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> He whirls round as quick as he can, nothing. Again he looks down and
> there is a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground.
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> How odd!!
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> A few yards further along the street and ... crash. Smacked on the
> back of the head again!! He whirls round as quick as he can, nothing.
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> getting really angry now. Again he looks down and there is a cocktail
> sausage lying on the ground.
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> He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He
> walks a few yards further on when he gets a tap on the shoulder.
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> his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as fast as he can.
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> He feels a sharp pain in his heart. He falls to the ground clutching
> his chest, which is punctured by a small cocktail stick laden with
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> cheese and a pickle. On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young
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> With his dying breath he gasps, "Who Are You ?
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> "Buffet, The Vampire Slayer."
He spends the night drinking
> Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's
> necks.
>
> He is heading for home, wandering around Covent Garden sometime
> before sunrise. Suddenly he is hit on the back of the head. He looks
> round
> and sees nothing. He looks down and sees a small sausage roll.
>
> Mmmm, he thinks What's going on here. A few yards further on
and ..
> BANG.
> Smacked on the back of the head again!
>
> He whirls round as quick as he can, nothing. Again he looks down and
> there is a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground.
>
> How odd!!
>
> A few yards further along the street and ... crash. Smacked on the
> back of the head again!! He whirls round as quick as he can, nothing.
> He's
> getting really angry now. Again he looks down and there is a cocktail
> sausage lying on the ground.
>
> He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He
> walks a few yards further on when he gets a tap on the shoulder.
> With a
> swirl of
> his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as fast as he can.
>
> He feels a sharp pain in his heart. He falls to the ground clutching
> his chest, which is punctured by a small cocktail stick laden with
a
> chunk of
> cheese and a pickle. On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young
> female.
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> With his dying breath he gasps, "Who Are You ?
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> "Buffet, The Vampire Slayer."