We were on the Budapest-Prague train. The

We were on the Budapest-Prague train. The American opposite was infuriating. He'd paid my excess in dollars as the conductor had refused forints or sterling. But he wouldn't accept
the selfies on our passports,so we were invited to leave the train somewhere near Prague.We walked to a village by the rails where a man with a pinkish hue welcomed us to
step into his boutique which only sold pink and rosy-hued clothing. "This must be a favorite of Mr. Pink Pants," remarked my friend Silvie as we perused the shelves.
"Let's go find something for my sister" - she continued. "She loooves pink." While doing this, she found a small blade with a pink handle. The blade was sharp and covered in blood
and the other end of it was in the neck of a giraffe. This wasn't Cost Plus furniture it was a dead giraffe. She said, "Screw my sister's birthday, there's a zoo killer on the loos
". I ran over to the portaloos at the back of the music festival that was currently being held and found half the zoo killer on one loo and half of him on another. "Oh my,"
The Green House guardian muttered. Jack the Dipper was arrested and charged with murder. They had been looking for him since 1654. If that took 363 years, something was amiss with
the smell attributed to fish afoul of Danish law. "When they say that they have been looking for him they really mean that I have been looking for him. 363 years. Jack the Dipper s
coured his pots and pans just like everyone else. Jack the Dipper didn't leave dirty dishes in the sink overnight, and his hounds were well-fed." No one suspected
any foul play until one of the chickens choked on a wad of spat-out tobacco. The fowl called foul and Jack was accused of negligence and nabbed as the perp.

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