Ok kids, from one teenage twelve year old to another, here it is.
This hit my desk this morning, when I should have been writing, yet was drawn to my private hell that is social media. Who owns the yarn? I have no clue who own’s it, but it made me laugh the laugh of a man laughing uproariously. I have changed it a fair bit however.
Hamish, the reason the ‘Famous Six’, became the ‘Famous Five’. Even Timmy voted against me. Read on.
“A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his torch around, looking for anything worth pinching, when a voice in the dark said, ‘Jesus knows you’re here.’
With a shock induced tear of fear running down his inner thigh, he turned the torch off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, he shook his head and continued.
Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard ‘Jesus is watching you.’
Startled, he shone his light around, frantically looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, the torch beam came to rest on a galah.
‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the pink and grey.
‘Yes’, the bird confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he’s watching you.’
The intruder relaxed. ‘Warn me? Who the hell are you?’
‘Moses,’ replied the bird.
‘Moses?’ the thief laughed. ‘What sort of person name’s a bird Moses?’
‘The same sort of person who names a Rottweiler Jesus.’
Click the picture for the usual amusements. Pub scene, Inglorious Basterds. a work of art.
Lots of love,