Good job he didn't yell "I'm a pasty", otherwise he could have been gobbled to death by the gormless godfather - and then we'd have to suffer endless repeats of Oswalds death in a basement surrounded by peppered nazi's in some homosexual oral sex snuff movie.
Anyhoo, it looks like my blogs have revealed far too many truths! The CIA may have assassinated Nigel Kennedy and his god-awful violin, and then got that Drag gangster's moll Ruby to assassinate Oswald to cover it up, but they won't get me!
For within Hades last nght, someone snuck in a sniperesque Sophie Ellis Bextor. Yes, it would have been murder on the dancefloor, but luckily for me my watch behaved like Diana Prince's bracelet's, and deflected the now legendary Bullet With My Name On It.
Like some alternative 80s mystical synchronisation, it was a case of breaking glass, leaving me unable to synchonise watches.
Now, there are those (presumably also secretly in the pay of the English equivalent of the CIA - the TA, most likely) who will try and convice me I simply walloped me watch on a wall whilst flouncily waving me arms out in some 80's gothy poncified dancifications. However, in such circumstances*, surely I would've noticed my extemities colliding with force against concrete?
No, my truth is out there, and They want me silenced...
...although the source of life extinguishment could've have come from one of them possessive types who took exception to my lechment of his lovely lady (although that's hardly fair - if he's going to have hot tottie a-dangling from his arm, he can hardly complain if us sinkholes admire his sexy siren... unless he thinks she's an ugly moose underserving of admiration, in which case he should just hand her over to me rather than trying to take my mortal coil and shufffle it!)
Ooooh, don'tcha miss me, get that hole in my head
Otherwise I may deflect it with chronographications
* WASN'T THAT A NENEH CHERRY SONG - THE "SIR CUM STANCE", SUMMAT ABOUT THE POSITION A KNIGHT FINDS HIMSELF IN THE THROES OF ORGASM WHEN BURIED UP A BISONS BOTTOM WHEN HANGIN' WITH DA WILD BUNCH. OR SOMETHING?
