Coming To My Hanging?

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Monday, 15 July 2013

Everything happens to me.

There I was going to put a little money in the bank and here come these two stocking-faced fellers running out of the bank and one has his hand holding a bag and it explodes and there's red ink all over me.

The cops are called and as they pull up, the one guy takes off in one direction throwing his stocking away. The other pulls his off and puts it over MY head.

Apparently, some old lady had a heart attack and dies in the bank and I get sent to prison.

Tomorrow morning at sunrise I'll be hung. Or is it hanged?

Great, now I'll be up all night.

-I.B. Moleturd

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