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
Thursday 8 May 2008
Never Bring A Knife To A Gunfight
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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?
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