"Mr. B! Mr. B! Where is Mr. B? Mr. B said to meet me here at 12 noon. What have you done with him?" The young man's mouth was agape; he was astonished Mr. B. would have broken his promise. He looked at Mrs. B.
Mrs. B. was a short, stocky woman with a pointy chin and beady eyes. She stood at the kitchen counter, feeding meat into the grinder. She was wielding a knife.
"You're in my way," Mrs. B. said. "Out. Now. I'm busy, making lunch."
"I wanna know where Mr. B is." The young man rubbed his ears. A loud buzzing noise from outside distracted him.
He looked outside at the wood chipper, where the gardener was feeding large pieces from a black garbage bag.
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And you, gentle reader, you knew what the young man saw, didn't you?
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The idea is from an old Hitchcock TV show.
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lol....Great Hitchcock take on TWC!
your boys must think it is really funny!
your boys must think it is really funny!
Lawrence, that is quite a TIGER you've got going there!
Virginia, lovely upside down pineapple cake. I should make one, someday, as long as I don't meet up with Mrs. B!!!
Thanks De M. But Fargo? Don't understand,. sorry.
Shaunee - creeeeeeeeepy.
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Doyle I <~~~~~
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Roseanne, I can hear the music now. vroom vroom vroom vroom. Oops, that's jaws. Let me conjure Psycho: OK. SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH ....Now, I CAN'T SLEEP TONIGHT.
Larry H. YOU WON!!! I wanted someone to guess that Mrs. B is serving Mr. for lunch, in the meat grinder!!!
Hope you were not about to eat a meal before reading this article or especially THIS comment.
Good for the graas though, I guess.
Vicky - LOL - I don't think I'll be eating any meat, today! My appetite has suddenly gone south, reading all these wonderful comments.
On British naval ships and merchant ships in the 17th and 18th century, cannicalism was a fact of life, usually with the youngest males on the giving end. When they ran out of food, someone had to be sacrificed. The British courts were absolutely sick of it.
On British naval ships and merchant ships in the 17th and 18th century, cannicalism was a fact of life, usually with the youngest males on the giving end. When they ran out of food, someone had to be sacrificed. The British courts were absolutely sick of it.
Thanks all for enjoying this. Hope I didn't make you TOO sick. This would have been great for Halloween.
Laurun, Bon Appetit! Are you a male mallard?
KEO, you have a talent for the intellectual macabre. I hope to see more.
Well, thank you, my dearest ferret friend. I see you are wearing a hula skirt of some sort. Do you plan to dance? I'll see what I can dream up this week if you dance in your skirt !!!