Story Train.
I will go first.
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job.
[great idea!]
But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery.
“Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her.
Thought we might keep it all together…
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her.
So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga.
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder.
It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in.
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
the sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
he continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel
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Watch it with the swearing pls?
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Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
[I’m bored, no one is around in forum so i’ll continue..]
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself.
(loving that smittten has chosen my home town, one of many Preston’s no doubt but im taking it
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Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself “damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up” now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor… shudder the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather.
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself “damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up” now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor… shudder the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather.
It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life’s lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men’s swimming team.
[QUOTE=Solaar;442164]Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself “damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up” now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor… shudder the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life’s lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men’s swimming team.
The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoch at the main table.
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One sentence only please.
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Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself “damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up” now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor… shudder the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life’s lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men’s swimming team.
The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoch at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch’s face that he was thinking of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people.
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself “damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up” now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor… shudder the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life’s lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men’s swimming team.
The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoch at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch’s face that he was thinking of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people.
“Oh no…” he thought, "It’s…
Being woken up by a fuming Texan in a greasy spoon located at the arse end of Preston wasn’t how he had planned to spend his first day on the job. But, on the other hand, it was better than waking up next to his ex-wife, who was now serving time for armed robbery. “Oh what a bloody cunt she was”, thought Murdoc out loud while remembering the harsh times he had to go through because of her. So Murdoc got out of the dumpster and waddled his way back to his house cursing his Ex-wife Helga. Although Murdoch had made this walk many times before, this particular morning was about to get a whole lot weirder. It was time once again to go about his daily business and today, like every other day, the first priority was finding the choicest edible morsels amongst the detritus he had found himself sleeping in. “Breakfast is over and your nine am is already waiting” growled the Texan.
“I hate large groups…they never tip enough” he mummered, while washing his stained hands.
The sink was stained with a deep crimson red, caked blood..smells rusty..
He continued scrubbing his hands, put on the glove & picked up a scalpel.
Holding this scalpel, gave him the feeling of being god, the towering bolus floating in his washing-up bowl filled with detergent.
KRANG! the bowl slipped from his wet slippery hand onto the floor, smashing it to pieces! “Signs of bad omen…” Murdoch thoughts to himself “damn, at least when that b*tch was here she would clean this mess up” now Murdoc would have to clean the blood, the water and the bowl up off the floor… shudder the thought of domestic life with her for all those years left him cold, cold like the terrible Preston weather. It reminded him of the time he had been a clown in a traveling circus; one of his life’s lowest moments - almost comparing with that of the time he was a leg-waxer for a men’s swimming team.
The Texan ushered the group in, taking each ones picture as they formed a line by Murdoc at the main table. It was obvious to the Texan from the look on Murdoch’s face that he was thinking of home and the better times he had in Cleveland Heights when he was not bothered by these annoying people.
“Oh no…” he thought, "It’s… Doc Mur, the notorious man-eating doctor, escaped from prison 3 moths ago.“I’ve got to get out of here before i end up between his sandwitch” tought the Texan, Jóse, so he…