Rissoles… Sexy, sexy, sex, Beef Rissoles

Everybody knows sex sells, but does everybody know that sex sells beef rissoles? I recently took to the streets to find out. Excuse me sir, did you know- Sir! Sir, excuse me! Sir! Did you know that sex sells beef rissoles! Sir! Sir! For heaven’s sake sir! Stop running! Running away won’t solve the problem. It’s just a question- Where are you going? Don’t think I won’t follow you! Just, sir! Please! It’s about rissoles, sir! Where are you taking me? I’m… God damn it, I’m not fit enough. Ah ha! Who’s house is that!? Sir! Is that- Sir, stop opening the door and answer me! Oh, I see- You think just because you’ve reached home, I’m going to give up. Don’t slam the door on me, sir, I’m just trying to help! Sir! Sir, I know you’re just behind the door, I can hear you breathing! Who are you calling sir? I can hear the buttons on your phone beeping, sir, I just want to ask you a question! Sir, I’m coming in sir, if you won’t answer me, I’ll have to come in! I’m breaking down the door, sir! I’m breaking down the door and I’m going to come in, sir. I’m going to come in and I’m going to ask you a question! Open this door! Open it at once! 3! 2! 1! Sir! Where are you running to now! I’m not afraid to come up the stairs! What is this? Your bedroom!? Sir, I just have a simple question- No! Argh! God damn it! Stop! Right! Okay, everybody saw! Everybody saw! Everybody saw that! He came at me, that was self-defence. I had no choice. Sir, why did you do that? Why did you have to go and do that. Sir, what are you trying to say? I can’t hear you through the blood. Sir, spit the blood on the ground, into the carpet. Just spit the blood onto the carpet. It doesn’t matter now, nothing matters. Clean carpets don’t count for shit on the other side. Let go, sir. Let the darkness embrace you. Just relax. Sir- Sorry. Sir, do you know that sex sells beef rissoles?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.