17 Sep 2009 Frank's Brainwash, Chapter Two
The continuing adventures of Wally, The Happy Salmon by President Frank McArthur.....
A Brief History Of That Thing That Came To Pass…
In memory of Mark Hobson 06.43am – 11.11am
Chapter 2
Stranded upon the torrid gull sat three cloaked strangers, each as formidable as the other. As the gull reared his ugly head one of the monks choked out the African national anthem, Struck by his malevolence the gull pondered for a second, ‘Why oh why did I offer these idiots a lift’ thought the gull, ‘there bloody pissed up on mead’. “Excuse me” said the gull In his shrieking voice, “do you mind not farting on me through the duration of this trip!” One of the three monks turned and muttered, “you insolent bastard, We’re paying good money for this trip, why if it weren’t Bartholomew’s 67th birthday I’d have you cast into the depths of hell” Choked the monk, the gull sighed and quickly returned to his devilish concentration.
As they arrived into the deepest darkest part of Hells mound(woodland that’s renowned for hellish deaths and unspeakable acts of horror) they spotted the birthday party, the bumping grind of T-Pain and the hell bound Justin Timberlake, held against there will to play what would be there last ever show.
The mead flowed and the women were aplenty, yet no sign of Bartholomew, “such is the hell of this devil wood” spluttered some wench, drunk on mead and thoughts of sexual depravity.
The party began to wind down and mead stopped flowing, such is the acts of these kinds of parties, “Who the hell is that?” Shouted a voice from behind the mead bench “Is that a Datsun cherry?”
Screams carried on through the night, and so ended the hells mound birthday extravaganza.
Please send any messages to mrkeef@corporation.org.uk. Frank needs your feedback! Whay should Wally do next?
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