Mutilated skull
I'm walking along the street, whistling a happy tune. There's a large lorry parked by the side of the fairly narrow pavement, but there's room to squeeze past between it and the fence. As I pass, suddenly something lolls out of a gap in the wooden slats mere inches from my face.

I look up. It's pink and fleshy, with clumps of hair sprouting from it. It's scarred and caked in filth, but in a flash I recognise it as a deformed, shrivelled human head. Worse, where the eye should be there's just a gaping, empty socket, caked in blood.

I let out a yell that caused cyclists to swerve and a flock of birds to wheel frantically into the air, and lurch back against the fence beside me, cowering as far away from this ghastly apparition as I can.

From where I can see that it is, in fact, a cow's nose. The "eye socket" was its nostril.

Bastard.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 12:25, 3 replies)

Hahahaha, fantastic
*click*
( Pig Bodine., Fri 8 Apr 2011, 12:30, closed)

^What she said^

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 12:34, closed)

We are pattern recognition machines
...hardwired for faces. Still funny though.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 15:00, closed)