Greetings my Good Citizens of Chocko-Blocko,
It's Saturday in another dimension but in Chocko-Blocko time is more or less form of speech which as nothing to do with outcomes. We don't watch time in Choko-Blocko. I am not going to mix my words today, all I'll say is if you never read the last Blog you'll be wondering why my Uncle-Chester is being held at Gun Point in the Airport by a suspected member of Al-Qaeda? The Gun is fully loaded with live rounds and the Gun-Man means business.
Read on my Citizens, ever remember where there is a will, there a way. Who dares wins. 'Gone in with one click of the trigger' or 'Gone with the Wind'. Enjoy the blog and please leave your comments.
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Int: Heathrow, Passport Checkpoint. (Continuous)
ARABIC GENTLEMAN.
“In the name of Allah everybody lay down on the ground, or else I will kill this innocent man”.
Within seconds everybody assumed the position. Has if anticipating the situation Armed response Police strategically trained their high powered rifles at the suspected terrorist.
UNCLE CHESTER
“Listen bowy, if you know what’s good for you drop di Gun and Run”!
Upon hearing Chester’s ridiculous advice the terrorist violently gun butted my Uncle on the forehead. Once again, just like on the plane when Mampie startled her Champion love, the gun-butt triggered off another powerhouse fart from Chester’s fully-loaded batty. The smell was so overwhelming that the terrorist fainted.
Cut. To be Cont.
