johnnyrocketpants
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- Mar 7, 2009
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There I was yesterday, sitting in the waiting room for out-patients at Worthing hospital, when a spotty little fellow walked along and sat in front of me. He extracted a parcel from his bag and unwrapped it. It was half of what would originally have been a very large pie, and started eating it. I've always liked pies -love them- so I could see it, I could smell it, and I wanted it, badly.
The only thing that was stopping me from sinking my teeth into it was the spotty little fellow holding it.
I was just about to smash him over the head with one of my crutches and steal what was left when my name was called.
The question is, who is in the wrong? Him for taking a beautiful pie into hospital, or me for my gluttony?
The only thing that was stopping me from sinking my teeth into it was the spotty little fellow holding it.
I was just about to smash him over the head with one of my crutches and steal what was left when my name was called.
The question is, who is in the wrong? Him for taking a beautiful pie into hospital, or me for my gluttony?