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There was a massive hole
slowly sucking in anything surrounding it. No one could figure out
how he'd managed to squeeze so many meringues into his nostrils. It was quite a sight I can tell you. He looked like a
badly carved jack-o-lantern that had been stomped on by a group of inconsiderate trick-or-treaters. I decided that what he needed was a
swift kick in the behind, and I was prepared to call in my horse Chuckles to do the honours. He just loves kicking people and, for some reason, little puppies. Don't ask. So anyway, the guy was being such a
Republican.
