Disposal
by David Wing
At some point disposal becomes something of an issue.
The front garden was always out of the question, far too public and the rear was becoming over populated and floral.
I’ve never been much of an eater and while not too gamey, man and oddly more so, women are not as appetizing as you might initially imagine.
Success in any field can be fraught with unforeseen developments.
Serial killers have it tougher than most, especially when storage is at a premium.
What to do, what to do?
Time for a dinner party I think.
B.Y.O.B., bottle, I have the bodies.
