Count Dracula
is on the pull round town one night. He spends the night drinking Bloody Marys in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's necks. He is heading for home, wandering down the street sometime before sunrise.

Suddenly he is hit on the back of the head. He turns round and sees nothing, but at his feet there is a small sausage roll. "Mmm" he thinks "Vhat is going on here?"

A few yards further on and.... BANG. Smacked on the back of the head again! He whirls round as quickly as he can, nothing but a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!

A few yards further along the street and... CRASH! Smacked on the back of the head again! He whirls round again. Nothing! He's getting really angry now and only half surprised to notice a cocktail sausage lying on the ground.

He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He walks a few yards further on when he gets a tap on the shoulder. With a swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist, he turns round quickly. He feels a sharp pain in his heart. He falls to the ground clutching his chest, which is punctured by a small cocktail stick laden with a chunk of cheese and a pickle.

On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a female. With his dying breath he gasps, "who the fack are you?"

She replies:

Buffet, Buffet the Vampire Slayer
(Banjax, Thu 12 Mar 2009, 10:53, 1 reply)

Or
as we always call her, Slutty The Vampire Layer....

And yes, I've got the full DVD box set.


Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 12 Mar 2009, 10:55, closed)