Drunk Harry
8/5/2005
" Its on the wall. Its on the floor...its EVERYWHERE.".
so said joanne when we entered our bath room.
Today, something disturbing happened...something that shook, mine, jo's and trish's safe little world...
it began this afternoon.
Me joanne were happily hoovering our doorway when, harry ( not his real name) blundered into toilet, mumbling to himself that he needed our toilet. And before little joanne, who was momentarily stunned could reply, he staggered into our toilet and embraced our bowl. whereupon he began making obscure buzzing noises into its depths. me and jo observed for a while before confering to tricia. tricia too was alarmed at this new occupant of our toilet and she too, tried to inconspicously peer within. Upon viewing it contents she then faced us with some fearful expression. and scuttled back for a conference in her room. Joanne conveniently announced at the top her voice that it was time to go to church. Harry, stoned as he was , was oblivious to her cries. It was debated and agreed upon that Uncle Andrew must be called with immediate effect to the scene.
Tricia and Joanne flew down with the speed of light ( 3x10^8 m/s) to summon him but discovered that he was unavailable. Joanne, in her desperation cried out to Sarah, who was peacefully playing the piano, for aid. Quick-thinking Trish whipped out her phone and rang Uncle Andrew on his ling ling mobile phone. He replied he would be back in a jiffy and to get random male boarders to drag Harry out of the bathroom and into the tea room.
Meanwhile, Amelea had a little chat with our hung-overed friend
Evidence of his crime is in our hands in the form of a uncovered plastic bottle, smelling of cider.
The end.
" Its on the wall. Its on the floor...its EVERYWHERE.".
so said joanne when we entered our bath room.
Today, something disturbing happened...something that shook, mine, jo's and trish's safe little world...
it began this afternoon.
Me joanne were happily hoovering our doorway when, harry ( not his real name) blundered into toilet, mumbling to himself that he needed our toilet. And before little joanne, who was momentarily stunned could reply, he staggered into our toilet and embraced our bowl. whereupon he began making obscure buzzing noises into its depths. me and jo observed for a while before confering to tricia. tricia too was alarmed at this new occupant of our toilet and she too, tried to inconspicously peer within. Upon viewing it contents she then faced us with some fearful expression. and scuttled back for a conference in her room. Joanne conveniently announced at the top her voice that it was time to go to church. Harry, stoned as he was , was oblivious to her cries. It was debated and agreed upon that Uncle Andrew must be called with immediate effect to the scene.
Tricia and Joanne flew down with the speed of light ( 3x10^8 m/s) to summon him but discovered that he was unavailable. Joanne, in her desperation cried out to Sarah, who was peacefully playing the piano, for aid. Quick-thinking Trish whipped out her phone and rang Uncle Andrew on his ling ling mobile phone. He replied he would be back in a jiffy and to get random male boarders to drag Harry out of the bathroom and into the tea room.
Meanwhile, Amelea had a little chat with our hung-overed friend
Evidence of his crime is in our hands in the form of a uncovered plastic bottle, smelling of cider.
The end.