So she was beautiful, sophisticated, and had hinted that she was really quite open-minded.
As we stared from the balcony across the evening city lights, she asked in a voice like velvet "What do you fancy doing now?", twirling the glass of champagne in her hand casually.

"Well, killing you, raping your corpse and skinning you for a suit might be fun" I said.

*cringe!*
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 13 May 2011, 13:31, 5 replies)

thats no way to speak to your mother
bedtime
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Fri 13 May 2011, 13:39, closed)

Velvet?
That's a manly quality.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 13 May 2011, 13:57, closed)

You're next ...
You're next.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 13 May 2011, 14:04, closed)

I take it she soon shut up once the knife went in

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 13 May 2011, 15:42, closed)

You forgot the classic:
I was thinking about your head on a stick.
Apparently it worked for Ed Gain and it was definately a good line by Brett Eastern Ellis.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 13 May 2011, 19:09, closed)