.........her dignity, while a certain black iron strangler and his bottle of Southern Comfort and her glass of white wine were busily hanging ornaments......
from the rotten ex husbands corpse hung in the larder she laughed gayly an took another swig from the whiskey suddenly their was a knock at her front door ....
from the rotten ex husbands corpse hung in the larder she laughed gayly an took another swig from the whiskey suddenly their was a knock at her front door ....
can we make sure that he dosnt come back from beyond the grave and haunt us with his catch phrase ''Shut that door'' I prefer to hear Moz shout.......................