Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Pasta house

The setting was a dark street and it was raining. I was with my wife and we were heading towards a house tucked into the very corner of the street. 
We were going to do some work on the house and were carrying a massive wooden plank. With one of us holding each end, we struggled into the house only to find all the work had been completed and a family had moved in. 

Coming out of the kitchen wall onto the floor was raw mince meat. On another wall, hot cooked pasta was flowing into a pot. My wife stood in a small alcove and watched this and I went upstairs. 

In one of the bedrooms was a basketball hoop fixed high on the wall. 
Sat on the bed was a man who's neck was about four feet long and his head was sticking up through the hoop. 

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