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(Sorry about last time I was very sick)
post your theories about what has happened, please
- Albert! must have been a bit affronted at all the sick and left poor Marit to her sick
- Marit obviously likes Albert! and i think vice-versa and has left this message taped to a location where Albert is suspected to frequent
- Albert! never got in touch and both are living the loneliest lives :(
Their eyes met morning after morning, and yet both were too shy to speak to each other.
One morning Marit dropped her book as she was getting on the number 42, and Albert saw his chance. Rushing forward he scooped up the book and got onto the bus in one deft movement. He could see that Marit was stood near the front, and was shaking as he paid his fare and attempted to pluck up the courage to do what he needed to do. He was helped in his task by the bus lurching forwards, and throwing him down the aisle until he bumped into his future love.
With a nervous smile he held out the book, and said "here you go, you dropped your book. I'm Albert, I've noticed you from afar, and I think that you must be the prettiest girl in the city". Marit took the book, whilst trying to avoid his gaze, something was wrong, and she knew it. Suddenly all became clear as she began to vomit. In a scene akin to The Exorsist, she phlommed a bucketfull of last nights chicken into poor Albert's face. Despite being very fluid, there were chunks of chewed up mess that stuck to his eyebrows, and the after current of saliva was dripping from his chin. Worse still, she had snotted in his eyes, and she still felt sick.
Turning around, she doubled over, and stuck her fingers down her throat, caring not what the other passengers thought, she just wanted rid of the awful feeling in her stomach. It was then that she was made to regret her decision to go commando that day. Forced out by the convultions of her stomach, a torrent of watery poo flew from her bumhole, working its way into an impressive ark, that ended in Albert's protesting mouth. From a distance this may have looked like a poo rainbow, but the nuggets at the end of this woeful phenomenon were certainly not made of gold.
There was a silence. Other people on the bus began being sick, and an old lady sat near the front began to piss herself in terror. Albert reached for the bell. He waited, mute, untill the bus became stationary, and then alighted, without looking back.
The last that Marit ever saw of Albert was of a poo covered vomiting blob, sobbing and punching the pavement. She never knew that he later killed himself over the incident.
I laughed, I cried, I had a little bit of sick...Bravo, sir.