Audience participation…

“Jesus”, said Dirty Dave, “you’ll never guess what happened to me?”

“You realised you were a moronic, spastic, Joey Deacon loving shitbag?”

“No, worse than that. You know the way I love Easter and Easter eggs?”

“Do you?”

“Oh come on, Twenty. You know I do. Sure didn’t I call around to you one night drunk as a lord wearing an enormous Easter bunny costume?”

“Yes, and I thought it was that giant rabbit from Donnie Darko and I shot you in the chest at point blank range.”

“Haha, yeah. Thank God for that St Christopher’s medal made of pure titanium I keep in my top pocket. Anyway, now that we have established my love of Easter and Easter eggs I can continue. I went to local supermarket and purchased a range of quality chocolate eggs, some of which should have contained well known chocolate bars than one can purchase in any newsagents.”

“I see.”

“However, I was shocked to discover that in my first egg instead of their being a Cadbury’s flake there was a chocolate covered centipede.”

“Yummy. If you’re going to eat a centipede those are best kind, I suppose.”

“Well, that was just the start. In another egg there was a live Arizona Bark Scorpion.”

“Yikes. Dangerous. I’ll allergic to scorpions.”

“It get worse. In one further Easter egg and I found three dwarves wrestling and in another there was a woolly mammoth destroying a small village packed with pygmies because somehow they had built their settlement rather too close to his watering hole.”

“Erm…”

“And finally, in the last egg I opened, I discovered a brontosorus mating with a coelacanth.”

“That’s certainly not what you’d expect from an Easter egg. What did you do?”

“Sure, I brought them back to the shop.”

“And that did the shopkeep say?”

“Well, he was very nice. He just said “________________________________________ “

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