Raymond was having a frustrating morning.
First he couldn’t find his milk,
then he couldn’t find his BLOODY SHOES!
His housemate Marky
told him to calm down.
“It’s not the end of the world mate,
you’ve gotta sort that temper out. Jesus.”
Marky rolled his eyes and went to work.
Two days later Raymond was on trial
after his shoes were found at the scene of a triple murder.
Marky glugged a pint of semi-skimmed
and texted Raymond’s girlfriend.
© Carl Burkitt 2014