They never knew what hit 'em

You want to know the real meaning of "You can check out, but you can
never leave?"

And they seemed like such nice folk.

http://entertainment.webshots.com/album/579867734UTKvUw

 

A picture in poor light of a bloke in ski goggles and a balaclava holding
an arm off a tailors dummy in on hand and a small electric chainsaw in the
other.. is it supposed to be art? If so then whatever the dichotomy is
representative of eludes me completely.

 

Makes it easier to hide the bodies, I guess.

 

Representative of the ultimate fate of the Wilsons, steve. Perhaps you
have to be sensitive to such things - too subtle for you.

 

Didn't they end up quietly living out their twighlight years on the Silly
Isles? In which case I am hard pushed to see the connection, unless you
consider the daffodils.

 

And me - WTF are you talking about?

 

London pics

http://www.nucus.com/funzone/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/

 

<fx: light dawns>

Other peoples holiday snaps. Oh right.

I fucking hate them.

I was cured of that shit halfway through the last century by being dragged
along to the church hall at regular intervals to watch a magic lantern
show and listen to the accompanying lecture by some red faced, bad
breathed, fat twat of a wannabe fucking missionary on his holiday in the
Holy Land who, along with his wife, returned later briefly to my life by
doing a guest appearance in Little Big Man.

 

Of course it's just a mannequin. A test cut, so to speak. You don't
want to see the real gore, trust me. Bone is surprisingly easy to cut
with a chainsaw. BTW.

 

As long as it is not mine I really don't GAF.

Yeah but much more fun with an angle grinder.