Crime theme
Sis and I have been sitting around enjoying some good gallows humor.
Her favorite story: She worked as a mental health counselor for Oregon state. When a client was drifting backwards, he was said to be decompensating. One day the receptionist came to get Sis, alerting her that a client was in the lobby decomposing.
My favorite (and, yes, I have told you this before): The ad agency account executive was suffering from narcolepsy. The person delegated to explain his absence to the client unfortunately announced he was suffering from necrophilia. Either way, the client was no doubt glad he was gone.
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The crime scene:
The victim:
The suspect:
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Since moving out here to Strangeville, I have not had great luck building up a circle of women friends, well, except for the coven. In my campaign to spend less time sitting in the corner sucking on the mop (my aunt’s phrase for sulking), I’ve been trying to meet more people. So far I’ve met the Odd One who works at the nursing home and is a true believer in vampires. But she stays out too late for me.
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The way we treat a throw rug at our house is a crime. The collie sheds on it, the pup unravels it, Charlie rolls on it making disgusting grunting noises, and Bella, well she actually grunts on it. It’s a dog’s life for a rug on the back nine.
