Thursday, 8 May 2008

Never Bring A Knife To A Gunfight

1888
Whitechapel, London, England.


Jack The Ripper: Hello Whore.

Whore: 'ello mate. Wanna 'ave a bit o' the old 'ows your father?

Jack The Ripper: No thank you whore. Killing you will be... Just fine.



1 hour later at the 10 Bells Pub.

Pub Patron: So what you doing this week Jack?

Jack The Ripper: Oh you know, same old, same old.

Pub Patron: Murdering Whores then?

Jack The Ripper: Yep.

Pub Patron: Got any plans for the weekend?

Jack The Ripper: Say I put my finger up your ass?

Pub Patron: What?

Jack The Ripper: Nothing.

The End

1 comment:

John said...

He lived a simple life, ol' Jack. I kind of miss seeing him around.

He was a right old cunt after he got a few beers down him though. Totally different person, y'know?