Those vile, green, ribbed-for-your-pleasure, posterior-pleasers - and, no, I'm not talking about those
Freakin' Green Elf Shorts (currently awaiting their debut in
Ms Scarlet's
clutches) - have escaped their imprisonment from the attic of Castlette DeVice!
Run, Very Mistress. Run!
One of the pair languished in the attic for over six years, the other one for about three or four years (we agreed to a plea bargain in which it was granted sitting status, but only for
Ming [mayherestinpeace] - as the white and grey hairs wedged into the nooks and crannies attested to). They saw an opportunity after Inexcuseable's Husband (
seen here fending off moist bints) left the attic trapdoor unlocked (possibly on purpose), and I, innocent to the plot, turned up to poach the Wifi. After grappling with emails and WhatsApps, I returned to Car and found, to my horror, the tiresome tubular chairs relaxing on the back seat!
It's here I realise that I should have taken photographic evidence to illustrate this invasion of green - somewhat like this prior encounter, but not this one (as it is in black and white...) - an oversight I regret now.
Despite much foot stamping and threats of thaumatalurgical violence, the hollow-framed horrors just smiled - a disconcerting expression on a pair of fifty year old (or thereabouts) corduroy chairs - and bade me to transport them to their new home at the DeVice Mansion.
Here they are in their new habitat. Arrogant sods.
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