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Life in the Lost Lane
A collective of English Gentlemen

Tuesday, August 5

Mutha...is that you?
Hello, it wasn't until just recently that i discovered a body in my loft.
"We need the suitcase" My wife had called to me. It was the first holiday we were going to take for seven years. What with the bankrupcy, theft, ccj's, loan shark incident, credit card court case,(can't disclose the company for legal reasons) fire, resulting insurance claim, loss of resulting insurance claim due to suspicious circumstances, subsequent arrest, and release due to insufficiant evidence, letter bomb, car bomb, water bomb, time bomb and radish incident. We felt we deserved a break.
I pulled the hatch open and climbed up the ladder to retrieve the case. It was dark and musty, and there was another smell wafting around up there, a smell I recognised, a smell I had smelt before.
Rotting flesh. A dead body, of all things! As I neared the corpse the stench became repugnent, repulsive, repellent. Bile entered my mouth and it took all my might to swallow it back down again. My hands instinctively rushed to cover my nose and mouth as I leaned over the samsonite case.
" Holy Macaroni!" I remember shouting, my eyes wider than Tess Daly's mouth.
" Its your fucking mother!"

posted by B @ 3:00 PM

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