A hunchback and a cripple were sitting in their local pub having a beer or two. The hunchback looked at his watch and groaned.
"Oh ***** it's nearly 10 o'clock and I wanted to be home to watch the start of the match", he moaned. "looks like I'm gong to miss it."
"Why not take a short cut through the graveyard - you might be in time that way", suggests his cripmate. So off home went the hunchback, through the graveyard.
Halfway across, he got the fright of his life when the Devil himself jumped out from behind an old crumbling monument, blocking his path.
"What's that on your back?" demanded Satan.
"Err .. it's a hunch", replied Quasi, nearly shitting himself with fear.
"Right, I'm having that!" cackled Satan, and he took the hunch off his back and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.
The hunchback was instantly cured, and marched home as proud as a Guardsman. He told his wife what had happened, texted all his friends and family, and even posted in on Sickipedia (but hardly anyone saw it as it was buried in ten minutes). The next evening, he went back to the pub to tell the cripple what had happened.
"You'll never guess what happened last night", said ex-Quasi, and he told the cripple of how he had been cured.
"That's great", said Hopalong. "I wonder if he would cure me too?"
So, at ten o'clock the cripple limped across the graveyard, and sure enough the devil jumped out in front of him.
"What's that on your back?" demanded Satan.
"What? Err ... nothing", said the cripple, confused.
"Here you are then", said Old Nick. "Have a hunch!"
"Oh ***** it's nearly 10 o'clock and I wanted to be home to watch the start of the match", he moaned. "looks like I'm gong to miss it."
"Why not take a short cut through the graveyard - you might be in time that way", suggests his cripmate. So off home went the hunchback, through the graveyard.
Halfway across, he got the fright of his life when the Devil himself jumped out from behind an old crumbling monument, blocking his path.
"What's that on your back?" demanded Satan.
"Err .. it's a hunch", replied Quasi, nearly shitting himself with fear.
"Right, I'm having that!" cackled Satan, and he took the hunch off his back and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.
The hunchback was instantly cured, and marched home as proud as a Guardsman. He told his wife what had happened, texted all his friends and family, and even posted in on Sickipedia (but hardly anyone saw it as it was buried in ten minutes). The next evening, he went back to the pub to tell the cripple what had happened.
"You'll never guess what happened last night", said ex-Quasi, and he told the cripple of how he had been cured.
"That's great", said Hopalong. "I wonder if he would cure me too?"
So, at ten o'clock the cripple limped across the graveyard, and sure enough the devil jumped out in front of him.
"What's that on your back?" demanded Satan.
"What? Err ... nothing", said the cripple, confused.
"Here you are then", said Old Nick. "Have a hunch!"