Ha ha my assumption jumping readers. You are both right and wrong Sara
Grissom! Keep reading for more boisterous mirth, and the thrilling
conclusion, and thank you for all of your honest, and splendid reviews.
Incidentally, the murder is by no means the source of the humour, however,
as Billy Shakespeare said, every tragedy is a comedy. He also said:
"Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well!" And he wasn't kidding about
the happy dagger in Romeo and Juliet, for as the solution is revealed to
you in two more chapters, all my sorrowful Greg fans will cry "Huzza!" with
tumult. TRUST ME, AND KEEP READING..
PS. If you hate my story, please have the testicular fortitude to at least post your name, and not remain anonymous as one of my fine flaming friends did. Thank you for your COURTESY.
How did I walk into the lab? Oh, like this. See? You swing your shoulders like you own everyone in the building, mouth slightly open in a sign, yeah, like you've been working for the past six hours instead of giving lap dances to the rookie cops. Ooh, good, honey! I tell you, they thought I was a good dancer? You could beat me out any day of the week! Well, we'd have to work on that spare tire and the comb-over, but with the miracles they can work nowadays. The what? Oh, yeah that.
I was looking for someone to boss around, give sage, comforting advice to, or arouse, whichever came first, when I saw the scene. I immediately whipped out my cell phone and ordered a medium cheese pizza for supper.
I was about to leave, when I heard Afro man cursing his luck. He had just run out of duct tape. Now, I would have turned back if I heard that he had run out of something, or at the words duct tape, but you put those two things together and I'm all over that like skin-head at a beer convention.
I was a little disappointed to find out that he just wanted help, but he let me do a striptease while I found something to tie the dead guy up with. After taking off my jacket, scarf, bailing twine, and lucky length of rope, I settled on the bra. It did the trick, and he was sitting up in no time. The dead guy was holding up pretty well himself, except for the growing bloodstain on his chest.
I was standing there, naked from the waist up, the others were drinking beer and eating stale chips (leftover evidence from a case) when he walked in and said in a shocked voice.
PS. If you hate my story, please have the testicular fortitude to at least post your name, and not remain anonymous as one of my fine flaming friends did. Thank you for your COURTESY.
How did I walk into the lab? Oh, like this. See? You swing your shoulders like you own everyone in the building, mouth slightly open in a sign, yeah, like you've been working for the past six hours instead of giving lap dances to the rookie cops. Ooh, good, honey! I tell you, they thought I was a good dancer? You could beat me out any day of the week! Well, we'd have to work on that spare tire and the comb-over, but with the miracles they can work nowadays. The what? Oh, yeah that.
I was looking for someone to boss around, give sage, comforting advice to, or arouse, whichever came first, when I saw the scene. I immediately whipped out my cell phone and ordered a medium cheese pizza for supper.
I was about to leave, when I heard Afro man cursing his luck. He had just run out of duct tape. Now, I would have turned back if I heard that he had run out of something, or at the words duct tape, but you put those two things together and I'm all over that like skin-head at a beer convention.
I was a little disappointed to find out that he just wanted help, but he let me do a striptease while I found something to tie the dead guy up with. After taking off my jacket, scarf, bailing twine, and lucky length of rope, I settled on the bra. It did the trick, and he was sitting up in no time. The dead guy was holding up pretty well himself, except for the growing bloodstain on his chest.
I was standing there, naked from the waist up, the others were drinking beer and eating stale chips (leftover evidence from a case) when he walked in and said in a shocked voice.