I once bought the Queen off eBay.
I bid £20.31 at the last minute and arranged for me to pick her up from the owners house.
So I drove down to london to a pokey east-end flat. I found the guy's door and knocked. He asked me through the letterbox who I was. I replied that I was Ross and had recently purchased the Queen.
The chap then unbolted the door. and lead me inside. He took the Queen out of the cupboard and handed her over, assuring me that she was now my property and he had no legal responsibility over her.

So I took her home and things went OK for a while. We would have tea and biscuits every afternoon and I would occasionally take the bag off her head so she could make pretend speeches. Oh the fun we had.
I used to take her on long walks in the countryside and we'd have a great time. She would tire often but I would always stop and wait for her to catch her breath again.

Then one day I thought it was safe to let her off her leash. She instantly made a break for it. I tried to catch her but tripped over a rock.

I never saw her again.

Disclaimer: Event may truly be based upon fiction.
( Butters and his titanium codsocket, Fri 4 Aug 2006, 20:03, Reply)