Me Boomerang.

Wallace

Me boomerang won't come back.

Swoosh.

Thud.

Ouch.

Aaah.

The pain.

The bastard came back from behind me.

And me shiny baldy head it did crack.

I burnt it on me barbecue.

And through the air never again it flew.

Me bruised baldy shiny head.

Enough said.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2018 02:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    "What do you call a boomerang that won't come back?"
    "A stick!"

    • Wallace

      Ha Ha nice one, ta for comment.

    • Lorna

      Oh this cracked me up Wallace.... so funny...........at least you cooked some meat with it!

      • Wallace

        Thanks Lorna.

      • w c

      • w c

        lol very nice. It made me smile.

        • Wallace

          Thank you w c.



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