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So I'm in the kitchen gutting anchovies with a Bowie knife, Cayman style, when Mrs B. calls out ...
' Hey Baldy! Did you see this headline in Cayman New Services
'No. Sounds like a stupid bet to me though. He was bound to loose'.
'Don't be dumb! Some guy attacked some other guy with a dried bull's penis'
'Why would a guy be wearing a dried bull's penis?'
'Jeeeeez! LISTEN!! Man A, armed himself with a dried bull's penis and whacked some other guy with it'
'Oh wow, I see! Wonder what their beef was? Did the guy being bullied run off or fight back?'
'Doesn't say if he beat off his attacker or just beat it'
'Beating off a dried bull penis wouldn't be very easy would it?'
'No, I expect it would be quite hard'
'D'ya think the police will catch him'
'They should do. I mean a guy with a bull's penis would stand out in an identity parade wouldn't he? Don't worry, they won't be requiring your presence.'
'WelI I think that's about as far we can go here ... the anchovies are ready. Where's the custard?'
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