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i do apologise in advance though

 

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 is heading for home, wandering along Argyle street sometime before

sunrise. Suddenly he is 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

is a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!!

 

A few yards further along the street and ... crash. Smacked on the back of

the head again!! He whirls round as quick as he can, nothing. He's getting

really angry now. Again he looks down and there is a cocktail sausage lying

on the ground.

 

He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He walks a few

yards further on 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

pickle.

 

On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young female.

 

With his dying breath he gasps, "Who Are You?

 

 

Ready for this ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you really sure ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She replies,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Buffet, The Vampire Slayer."

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i do apologise in advance though 

 

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 is heading for home, wandering along Argyle street sometime before

sunrise. Suddenly he is 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

is a small triangular sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!!

 

A few yards further along the street and ... crash. Smacked on the back of

the head again!! He whirls round as quick as he can, nothing. He's getting

really angry now. Again he looks down and there is a cocktail sausage lying

on the ground.

 

He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing. He walks a few

yards further on 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

pickle.

 

On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young female.

 

With his dying breath he gasps, "Who Are You?

 

She replies,

"Buffet, The Vampire Slayer."

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good grief :lol:

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