An obese inlander from Temecula helped himself
to some greasy prime rib of roast, bit down, grease
squirting from his jowels, felt queasy, headed for the
toilet, but never made it--he collapsed and was dead
before he hit the ground, victem of a massive
coronary occlussion. He was so swollen he couldn't
breath, hardly. NeoN yelled, "Save the drool for gravy."
They had to call Camp Pendelton for a crane. The
corpse was transported to San Clemente for sn
extensive autopsy. The death certificate will be
on display, tomorrow at 10:00 AM. It might
not look good for NeoN.
Written by Dr. Ross.
BRUCE SANVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES
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8 Comments:
Greasing Neon?
but he's so young
Hello Col. I hear what you're saying--and I feel your pain. Btw, have you ever seen a fresh gizzard?
No comment, it would just be left out any way.
In the depths of New Guinea there are natives who share a remakable trait in the small village of jbitz. They have gizzards & beeks.
He who moderates, masterbates.
Sounds like manslaughter. We'll have to get The Detective on that right away.
Hmmm just as I suspected, death by Gluttony. Judging by the amount of chunder on the scene it looks like he tried to save himself but it was just too late. Now there's the question of poisoning. I'll interview Neon and get back to you later.
get rid of comment moderation
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