Reality Check by Dave Whamond for June 10, 2014
June 09, 2014
June 11, 2014
Transcript:
Gary and Darren made their way down the street, unaware of what horrible, evil thing was awaiting them around the corner Gary, uh... What's up with that? Oh, didn't I tell you? I got my own narrator
cobraman7594 almost 10 years ago
I want Morgan Freeman to narrate my life…
Rwill almost 10 years ago
June the 4th, 1973, was much like any other summer’s day in Peterborough, and Ralph Mellish, a file clerk at an insurance company, was on his way to work as usual when… Nothing happened! Scarcely able to believe his eyes, Ralph Mellish looked down. But one glance confirmed his suspicions. Behind a bush, on the side of the road, there was no severed arm. No dismembered trunk of a man in his late fifties. No head in a bag. Nothing. Not a sausage. For Ralph Mellish, this was not to be the start of any trail of events which would not, in no time at all, involve him in neither a tangled knot of suspicion, nor any web of lies, which would, had he been not involved, surely have led him to no other place, than the central criminal court of the Old Bailey.
But it was not to be. Ralph Mellish reached his office in Dulls-ells Street in Peterborough, at 9:05 a.m., exactly the same time as he usually got in!
rekam Premium Member almost 10 years ago
Of course the copy machine doesn’t need paper added and the coffee is just right.