Post by fred2 on Jun 20, 2007 4:50:05 GMT
>>Count Dracula is on the pull in Glasgow. He spends the night
drinking
>>Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's
necks.
>>
>>He's heading for home, along Argyle Street sometime before dawn.
>>
>>Suddenly he's hit on the back of the head. He looks round and sees
>>nothing. He looks down and sees a small sausage roll. Mmmm, he
thinks.
>>What's going on here?
>>
>>A few yards further on and........BANG. Smacked on the back of The
head
>>again! He whirls round as quick as he can - nothing. Again he looks
down
>>and there's a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!
>>
>>A few more yards further along the street and........crash.Smacked on
>>the back of the head yet again! He whirls round as quick as he can -
>>nothing. He's getting really angry now. Again he looks down and
there's
>>a cocktail sausage lying on the ground. He stands and peers into the
>>darkness of the night. Nothing.
>>
>>He walks a few yards further along again when he gets a tap on The
>>shoulder. With a swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as
fast
>>as he can. He feels a sharp pain in his heart.
>>He falls to the ground clutching his chest, which is punctured by a
>>small cocktail stick laden with a chunk of cheese and a Cocktail
onion.
>>
>>On the ground dying, he looks up and sees young female. With his
dying
>>breath he gasps, "Who the hell are you?"
>>
>>
>>
>> Wait for it...
>>
>> Are you ready?...
>>
>> Brace yourself...
>>
>> This'll make your day...
>>
>>
>> ... "BUFFET, the vampire slayer."
>>
drinking
>>Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's
necks.
>>
>>He's heading for home, along Argyle Street sometime before dawn.
>>
>>Suddenly he's hit on the back of the head. He looks round and sees
>>nothing. He looks down and sees a small sausage roll. Mmmm, he
thinks.
>>What's going on here?
>>
>>A few yards further on and........BANG. Smacked on the back of The
head
>>again! He whirls round as quick as he can - nothing. Again he looks
down
>>and there's a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!
>>
>>A few more yards further along the street and........crash.Smacked on
>>the back of the head yet again! He whirls round as quick as he can -
>>nothing. He's getting really angry now. Again he looks down and
there's
>>a cocktail sausage lying on the ground. He stands and peers into the
>>darkness of the night. Nothing.
>>
>>He walks a few yards further along again when he gets a tap on The
>>shoulder. With a swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as
fast
>>as he can. He feels a sharp pain in his heart.
>>He falls to the ground clutching his chest, which is punctured by a
>>small cocktail stick laden with a chunk of cheese and a Cocktail
onion.
>>
>>On the ground dying, he looks up and sees young female. With his
dying
>>breath he gasps, "Who the hell are you?"
>>
>>
>>
>> Wait for it...
>>
>> Are you ready?...
>>
>> Brace yourself...
>>
>> This'll make your day...
>>
>>
>> ... "BUFFET, the vampire slayer."
>>