I dunno, after killer grass, killer wigs and killer hair extensions, you'd think I'd be onto a winner with killer photographs!
But it was even better than expected - killer photographs was a decoy, and it wasn't silver nitrate laughterage! Oh no! It's killer dead ex-girlfriends living on shoulders!
Brilliant!
Now, it's a takes a bit of swallowing, does this. For as all the world knows, your shoulders are already filled by invisibubble bulbous headed beasties, their slender digits massaging the scalp to make people conform to it's evil whims.
But still, what a fab concept! You think you're putting on weight and got a sore neck from whiplash, but it's the extra weight of a dead bird sitting on your shoulders and being a pain in the neck!
Mind you, I could probably think of better ways to spend the afterlife, rather than cling to the person you got dumped by. Like scoffing splendips amidst raunchy chicks in some police/angel costume.
Kill the clear!
