Neighbour Stretcher Mystery Affair

[chalice]

The intrigue began last Saturday night. It was cold and stormy. Fact.

I had an itch which needed scratching and only my next door neighbour could provide the fingernails. I extracted him via the medium of phone and he came round to my house with the requisite ganja, having being torn from a party not too far away.

We had a smoke and he related to me how his wife was completely orf er ead at said party, so he's better get back quick.

/Cut to day

The next morning we twitched the curtains while an ambulance hummed outside for about an hour. Eventually, the lady of the house was deposited in the back, much handling-with-care notwithstanding.

I wonder what the fuck happened.

[Mr JP Fugley]

She cut her left hand quite badly whilst making a sandwich, that's my guess.

[Snee]

Alcohol poisoning, she fell over, or something else.

[Mr. Mulder]

i too will go with some sort of sandwich making mishap.

[chalice]

She cut her left hand quite badly whilst making a sandwich, that's my guess.

Yep, it was a wrist stretcher. What will those boffins think of next.

There were neck braces involved, shouting and amphetamines.

It was quality.

Street.

[Mr JP Fugley]

She cut her left hand quite badly whilst making a sandwich, that's my guess.

Yep, it was a wrist stretcher. What will those boffins think of next.

There were neck braces involved, shouting and amphetamines.

It was quality.

Street.

Did you manage to get some of the amphet.

[chalice]

Yep, it was a wrist stretcher. What will those boffins think of next.

There were neck braces involved, shouting and amphetamines.

It was quality.

Street.

Did you manage to get some of the amphet.

Not my seen.

However, she is a documented mentalist who I intend to recount in forthcoming annals.