My Last Holiday

My Last Holiday

Inn was the worst place I ever stayed. What with staying in the room 'haunted' by The Headless Maid and the lack of a continental breakfasts. It was terrible.

I really should have read the brochure for Kinky Horror Holidays more carefully. I hoped to change my accomodation but a metal detecting conference was being held

in Atlanta and well, I didn't want to be bored. So I pulled up my socks and headed to the Elvira, Mistress of the Night champagne dodge ball tournament.

I chuckled when I heard strains of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" as I approached the dodge ball tournament. I had just placed my bet and was standing in line for a funnel cake, when

out the window. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Suddenly, a bomb exploded, and I spilled my diet coke on the floor.

"monkeypants" I mumbled 2myself as Im looking for a rag 2 clean up the mess. I glanced out the window again, &noticed, no way, it can't be?! a freaking TRex chomping down on my nei

ghbor's oversized inflatable Valentine's Day Heart. Stupid TRex. Now I know why they went extinct. That reminded me though. I needed to go see my lawyer in order to get my

patent on my remote controlled ninja mutant frankenstein filed. He says it's not patentable, but he is lying and I plan to prove him wrong. Just wait and see.