Last Brown Ticket is Found!


some kid found the last brown ticket inside mr morgan mccutcheons meat products, so he'll be joining the other 5 lucky bastards for a tour round his secretive glasgow factory. all month iv bought nothing but meat cake, meat bars, meat milk, meat fruit. hoping to find that ticket.   dammit.    grandpa joe says no one ever goes in but horses…….and no one ever comes out but cake. but hes senile so what the fuck would he know.

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7 Responses to Last Brown Ticket is Found!

  1. jenny says:

    "What the hell?" This comment reflects what I think after reading almost every one of your posts. Yep.

  2. navelgazer says:

    typically twisteriffic. bravissimo. xo.

  3. Jamie says:

    This is the funniest blog I've ever read!! Thanks for adding me to your neighborhood.. you can bet I won't miss one of your posts.

  4. dewitte says:

    I just heard that the last ticket was a fake! Some goof used a purple crayon on a ripped brown paper bag and passed it off as authentic! There might still be one out there! I'm going back to get more meat right now. I can't WAIT to see inside the factory.

  5. no way. yours is funnier. yeah i've got a team of chimps in the cellar and every now and then they'll knock out a nugget but youd be amazed at the amount of crap they churn out. a lot of crime fiction, recipes for scones and gawd! the diaries- i ate a banana… i scratched my belly…i ate another banana… real turgid stuff.

  6. woohoo! the hunts back on! i'm pawning grannies jewellery as we speak to afford more meat.

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