Sunday 22 December 2013

HO HO OH -THE TWENTY-SECOND

Reject is wearing a KILT. It makes his knees look as huge as an ogre's eyeballs.  He's serenading the GREAT GOD GREMLIN and asking if all Christmases can be white. I prefer ash grey but we all know SHE WHO MUST BE TRIPPED UP hates, hates, loathes, despises, and always falls on her backside in snow. It's a magnificent plan.

TRICKY is off to the supermarket to buy an office load of talcum powder and salt so we can cover the path with it. She'll be too afraid to leave the house, leaving her trapped here with us ALL DAY… 

There may be a flaw in the plan. 

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