A Hand
Not me technically, but a chap at college, spaceman Ed- who could have featured in last weeks qotw.
Picture the seen, 5 fresh faced young lasd eating dinner, making conversation about girls and stuff, when Spaceman ed pipes up
" Oh I forgot to tell you , We found a hand in our back garden ."
Conversation stops
"what???" says four quite alarmed confusci
"YES THERE`S A MURDER HUNT"
"WHERE????"
"at home" says spaceman
"what? our home?" says four even more alarmed housemates confusci.
"no my parents house" says spaceman- now his parents weren`t short of a bob or two, they had a house with a tennis court, but his dad washed his hair in washing up liquid. half the house was full of junk, the other faded grandeur.I digress
next question from mr confuscious
"when was this then??"
and the delightful reply, from our apted named fellow was
"weeks ago"
confucious he say" whatyoufoundahandinyourparentsbackgardenandyouforgottofuckingtellyourfuckingmates!!!!!"very quickly.
"yes..sorry...i must have forgotten..." says spaceman.
HOW THE CUN*YFU*K YOU CAN FORGET TO TELL YOUR MATES THERES A MURDER HUNT IN YOUR BACK GARDEN???
Anyhoo- turns out after the police investifgation- said hand was a mummified ancient hand and not the butler/cleaner/bastard son of spaceman.
But the spaced outtwat had forgot to tell us.
(rural confucious, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 15:28, Reply)