The Demon

The Demon

Copyright © Frankie Lassut 2018

2nd Edition

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Contents

The Demon.

Well, if you’ve ever had this experience, you’ll know how it makes your heart race as you panic; say no more. But from an event of this nature; there’s a fantastic invention. All someone needs do is get it manufactured (and you’ll make millions).

The Heart-warming story of Crappy Corkscrew

Personal experience (say no more)

The Shack

Came to me straight away. But I thought … publish it, never mind the competition.

Dead Wife Sex

This is terrible. But it was in the newspaper… so, what could I do?

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The last story is very short and not really a story. But when I imagine it happening, it makes me angry; because I can’t stand it … aaarrghhh!

It’s about people who have an awful psychological problem. They’re being sought after by the Harmoni-inati (a branch of the Illuminati … they’re evil!) It makes me so angry I can’t even tell you what it’s called because it upsets me to even write it down,

Good luck with it; if you dare read it. If you start to think about it and the power of your thought attracts it into your life (that’s how things work) … please don’t blame me.

A sort of true story.

Jerry used to be a bus driver. He took ill, went to hospital. The surgeons had a good time chopping bits of his gut out. His wife then kicked him out. Cruel? Well, if you knew him you’d understand why. He ended up living in the room opposite me.

Now, they say (I’ve never found out who ‘they’ were or are?) to the unemployed, ‘Get a job’, it’s as easy as that! Don’t sponge off the state! You pilfering scum! Robbing OUR i.e. the taxpayer’s money! As a matter of interest, do you know what the word TAX means.

Quick explanation:

Tax. In days of old when kings used to raise taxes to have say a war. They would send some big knights out to a village. They called them psychopathic peacocks. When the King wanted money on his coffers for a war, the peacocks went out to get it, and ransacked villages in the process. When they had the money, gold etc, they would leave. When they left they said ta and blew a kiss X.

Jerry fought to get his job back, and at the same time, going to hospital numerous times for checks, until he was finally released with a package of pills to swallow every month. Thankfully, after he had started getting pains in his fingers and knees, he was finally talked out of taking the dangerous drug Simvastatin (it reduces the lipids in your blood … they provide usually brilliant joint lubrication).

He then got a temporary job coach driving, for which he had to somehow get to Birmingham every morning at some ridiculous hour. He held it for a while until he was laid off when the contract ran out. He has just completed the last day of training and landed his old job back on the Ghost Town buses.

On his last morning of training (before re-entering the crazy world of the mobile lunatic asylums), he asked me if I would give him a lift to