Fleeting visit to norths tonight. They stank. I mean really stank. Bloody cyclists stinking up our pubs.
When I say stank, bloody Norah.
It was probably just the decomposing body of the last interloper who stumbled across us in the act of performing our mysterious rights, lucky you didn't arrive 5 minutes earlier. We had to dismember the last guy and force the remains up the chimney to hide him. Which was why they didn't have the fire lit last night.
It was probably just the decomposing body of the last interloper who stumbled across us in the act of performing our mysterious rights, lucky you didn't arrive 5 minutes earlier. We had to dismember the last guy and force the remains up the chimney to hide him. Which was why they didn't have the fire lit last night.