Oct 11

Sometimes the stories write themselves.

This week I treated a man who, in a fit of rage, struck himself over the head and knocked himself out.

With a box of pigeons.

Which burst open and scattered pigeons everywhere.

I’m not going to elaborate on that.

Because you have all the information you need, right there.

5 Responses to “Sometimes the stories write themselves.”

  1. Rach says:

    Bahahah! You couldn’t make it up :)
    Glad to see you posting a little bit more (have missed you in a non-creepy-lurker fashion).

    Sex & Drugs & Sausage Rolls,

    Rach x

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  2. chlost says:

    Oh, my! That is one for the books. You are writing a book, right?

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  3. Old Geezer says:

    I trust no pigeons were injured in the making of this story?

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  4. Win-Stone says:

    Trouble is that this is one of those things where there are *SO* many things you could say…………. that one doesn’t really know where to start! :-)

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  5. Heather Uphilldowndale says:

    Doo.. you couldn’t make it up

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