A sort of neighbour of mine,
ie, few mins away, died the other year. It took a year and a bit for her body to be discovered. Happy thoughts. The local councillors were wringing their hands, about how awful it was, what a great community we were, etc. Twats.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:01, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

In the meantime
Sir Jimmy had his wicked way with her every night....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:09, Reply)

Nah,
she was over 10.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:11, Reply)

I think when they're dead he is prepared to make an exception.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:15, Reply)

He had a holiday home in the town I grew up in,
and we broke in a few times, "for a dare."
Fuck me, that was a close one.

Edit, not true of course.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:17, Reply)

That does show remarkable daring.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:20, Reply)

We never knew about his fondness for
ALLEGEDLY diddling deaded kiddies.
Lawyers watching?
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:22, Reply)

He was a gangland torturer
Kiddie fiddler and necrophiliac.


COME AND GET ME YOU OLD FREAK.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 10:31, Reply)