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i know what you did next shrove tuesday

Day Eighteen:

 

Don't run. Please don't run. Oh gaawwwd you're running. Do you know how hard it is to do the right calculation in my head to work out the angle and route I'd need to travel at a brisk walking pace? People in my profession don't run. You run. We appear.

 

We also need our own special day. A day where we may ply our trade. If you're lucky you'll get more than one in a year but if you're really lucky you'll only need to work the one day. And it's such an embarrassing day. Is it Halloween? No. Friday the 13th? No. Day of the Dead, All Souls, an especially horrific birthday? Again, all No.

 

Pancake Day. That's what I was left with. Shrove Tuesday. Am I supposed to squirt lemon juice in their eyes and then pummel them with a frying pan? I've got a hook for a hand. A sharp, pointy hook. This has nothing to do with pancakes. I'm...I'm taking this up with the union. I'm having my day moved to June the 18th. National Go Fishing Day. At least this thing would make a bit more sense. And I can say...I can say....what can I say? Oh yes...I landed me a big one? No? Fine...fine I'll work on it. It'll work out. It'll be the day I took them all out with a hook. You see? Because it's also like the punching hook.

 

You'll love it.

 

I'll see you in the sequels.

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Uploaded on October 18, 2021
Taken on October 18, 2021