Saturday, 8 November 2008

Old style mirth.

Herbert, spotting the muffin sitting tantalizingly on the table, started to walk across the room. The banana skin, positioned perfectly in the middle of the floor, chuckled gleefully to itself - fortunately, Herbert was pretty deaf, and it wasn't a loud chuckle.
One shuffling step at a time, he moved closer...closer...closer. He was so close the banana could almost reach out and touch him... He took another step, his foot rising, hovering inches above the fruity peel... it came down... slowly... the banana, practically orgasmic with excitement, prepared for the kill...
Suddenly, two men in ski masks burst in to the room, shooting both Herbert and the banana, and stole the muffin.

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