and why
I just read in full the Lech Boris and Gregorgi story
the one from yesterday
I've not read it in full for ages
I might write a story and read it back a few times
and never read it again, or just once in a blue moon
So I was moved by what I read
remember I am a Reader too
not just a writer
I bet you never realized that
I like cartoons too as they have POWER
So everybody Think for Yourself
read 3 different newspapers
and listen to quality news
NOT just entertainment news
Here's something from 4 years ago
Vote for me, I’m Bob! ©
By
Michael Casey
Yes vote for me I’m Bob!
I worked my way up from the gutter now I have a mansion. So if you vote for me
then you’ll have a mansion too. I
have a beautiful wife and 3 adorable children, one of each, ok one is gay, but
if you say that’s because I’m a bad father or there is something wrong in my
downstairs department, then you might not wake up.
Johnnie and the boys
might just pay you a visit, after they’ve collected the protection money.
You’ll have to join a ladies choir after they finish with you. Johnnie is very
loyal, very loyal, I saved his life, I said he could be my loyal lieutenant or
I’d put explosives in his pants, literally.
After that he’s been
better than a brother to me, gives me cakes on my birthday, he bakes them
himself if you know what I mean. But he’s like a best friend to my gay son
Julian, so with a lieutenant like that and a best friend for Julian we are
close, very close. But don’t be casting aspersions on the size of my hands, or
he’ll come around and set fire to your house, and your neighbours too, he does
enjoy his work.
I started as an embalmer
and mortician, but I knew it was a dead end job, though that’s where I met my
Lady, my Nancy. She was the receptionist at the Funeral House, the Sleeping
Oaks Funeral Home Inc. We made out in a deluxe coffin, she appreciated the size
of my hands if you know what I mean, though the lid came down and we nearly
suffocated inside. Though the sexual high was unbelievable, you don’t know
you’ve have sex until you’ve nearly died
in a coffin. Perhaps that Harry Potter girl should forget her website and just
date a mortician.
Nancy got pregnant fast,
from death to birth, poetic don’t you think? I decided we needed to make so
money fast. So I started to street race using a hearse, those cars are always
looked after, and never do much mileage. So it was obvious, and I won prizes
and bets on the side, so soon we had enough for a down payment on a house.
I had learnt a bit about
cars so I left the funeral home and started a garage fixing up off road racing
cars, I was good at that, and I still did a bit of racing and betting on the
side. Obviously I could make cars have accidents for the right price, so soon
the money came rolling in.
I got asked to fix up a
car for a bank job, I said I’d only do it if I could be the driver, I was proud
of my work after all. So I became a getaway driver, I was very good at it. We
did several jobs and I repainted the car after every job. We did 17 maybe, and
my stash was in the mattress. Sex on a mattress full of 100 dollar bills, is
good, in God We Trust, and all that. Not as good as in a deluxe coffin with the
lid stuck, but you’re not worried by any unplanned pregnancy, you have a child
trust fund in the mattress after all.
Nobody’s luck lasted and
on our 23 job, the FBI were waiting, they waited for us to put all the money in
the car before they pounced. There were 4 of us, 5 if you count me waiting in the
car when they FBI screamed at us over the loudspeaker. Stop, hands up and exit
the car. We all blamed each other, this was big hit $2,000,000 in cash and now
we’d be going to jail forever.
So I waited for the
others to get out and then I floored it, my 4 buddies all got mown down in the
crossfire, dead as dead can be. But I could recommend a good funeral home. I
looked up at the Madonna on the dashboard and swore I’d never be a getaway
driver again if she helped me. At that very same moment a tornado hit, it’d
been brewing now it hit. So I got away.
I ditched the car, but
kept the money. I set fire to it in fact, and pushed it into a lake afterwards.
I called a taxi, it was Johnnie driving, that’s how we first met. I decided to
open a taxi firm, Johnnie looked after it for me. I opened a bakery and a
general store, and a little motel. A hairdressers too, Nancy always liked her
hair to look good, so if we owned a salon she’d never need to wait.
I knew the Madonna had
to be taken care of too so I started doing good works and I even decided to
join the Republic Party. For no other reason that I liked the colour Red. My
business empire expanded and I bought a book shop, reading was important wasn’t
it? I made sure that Michael Casey’s books were always in stock, I never read
any of them, but having a Birmingham England writer’s books made our store more
exotic.
All I needed now was a
mistress, so Mandy from our hairdressers was available, and sex in a
hairdresser’s chair is something else, not as good as a rocking chair, or in a
deluxe coffin, but still very good. My life was coming up roses. So I bought a
pharmacy too, just to make sure my mistress Mandy didn’t give me parallel
parenthood.
So that’s about all I
can say for now, I have to write a speech for the Caucus, I’ve met this pretty
little thing called Brandy, she’s so full of vigour and she’s an English Major
at the University. She studying at the building I funded, I am a respectable
member of the community after all.
We hit it off straight
away, she helped me with my research, and one thing led to another. We nearly
knocked over a few shelves of books, but I do believe in turning over a new
leaf or leaves if you know what I mean. It’s a hard life in Politics.
or you could read my book:-
Chapter 9 of
The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
M.P. Married to a Person, Married to a People
it's online
It's a Comedy election campaign, aren't they all
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