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Thursday, 26 September 2013
I said SHE was an hero
Tom was scared but then who wasn’t.
His task was to creep under cover taking snipers out. Getting near the house, a sudden rattle of bullets, pinged around him, and one skimmed off his helmet. He softly swore, ‘Fuck me. Whew! That was clo…,’ as a final shot rang out.
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Why your wooden bed kills
Kawapánan shouted to Muzo,‘Run, run, the Devil has come.’ Muzo dropped her basket and grabbed at any near child before running into the clan hut. The bow shook as if running hard but Kawapánan stood firm worthy of Warrior red and took aim and prepared to die.
Sipping his lemon tea, Dr Simms peered out of the plane window: ‘Is this the new logging area?’
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
A Dance Too Far
Tonic Tony and Big Bertha were on a roll, one more and they had the Jackpot.
'What McCartney duet was recorded live but separately in 1982?’
Tonic Tony, without thinking shouted out, ‘Black and White,’ and started a victory dance.
Smack!
'What? That hurt.’
’You plonker, it was Ebony and Ivory.'
'What McCartney duet was recorded live but separately in 1982?’
Tonic Tony, without thinking shouted out, ‘Black and White,’ and started a victory dance.
Smack!
'What? That hurt.’
’You plonker, it was Ebony and Ivory.'
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