Cthonic underwater horror
I shared a house when I was a student with two guys and a girl who had an original approach to washing up- i.e. wait until the sink is completly obscured and then switch to takeaways. Anyway one saturday I'd had enough and so set to for an hour to do the dishes. Flash back 3 weeks to one of my housemates having delusions of culinary ability and attempting to cook a whole chicken. After the carcass had sat on the side for over a week being picked at I insisted that, while it had been fun, it's time was now over. The chicken and plate duly dissapeared, the plate joining the mountain over the sink. Flash forward. Washing up almost done I swished sbout in the brown and greasy water for any last cutlery, when there was a bloop! of gas and shreds of rotting, stinking chicken flesh and bones upwelled to the surface. Nice! Much Vomit.
(lichnis chalcedonica, Sat 7 Apr 2007, 15:11, Reply)