I fell into the pit of doom last night. Fortunately, I managed to hang onto the edge with one arm and one leg, whilst my other appendages flailed about in the darkness below. I don't know what was down there but I'm sure it wouldn't have been a nice landing.
The pit of doom is a large, man-sized hole, conveniently placed between the side of my house and the next one. Especially convenient if you stumble home a little the worse for wear after midnight, only to find the front door locked and have to make your way around to the back in the pitch black. It was a bit of a shock, let me tell you, to plunge into the pit of doom when all you want is to go to bed.
Luckily, I have only some cuts and scrapes as a reminder of my run in with the pit of doom. It could have been far worse. Its gaping black jaw conceals unknown fathoms of depth. Some say it is the lair of a monster, some say it is a route to China, others a bottomless jail. It is safe to say I'll be going the long way round from now on.
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2 comments:
it was pretty funny, i have to say.
Was this pit dug by a, well, a you know what? Brian
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