diberry
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Count Dracula is on the pull in Glasgow. He spends the night drinking Bloody
Mary's in various clubs and nibbling the necks of unsuspecting women.
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."
Mary's in various clubs and nibbling the necks of unsuspecting women.
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."
