Friday, November 22, 2019

Short straw


Picking the short straw

Donald did. Tough shit. 5000 metres up some goddamn mountain, he and his idiotic five compatriot climbers were stuck. Tough shit.

Serious storms of snow and ice and all that bollocks you see on TV.

Far, far below they could see a search party. They had no comms and Wally Watson had forgotten to charge the sat phone. There was only one chance. Someone had to jump into the abyss and land in front of the searchers to grab their attention to their plight.
With no straws they played paper, scissors rock. Donald lost and cleverly pushed Wally Watson into the abyss.

At his trial for murder, he was released after the judge announced Its a hard knock life.


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