The Words:
Ventriloquist
Bigamist
Simpleton
Richard Madeley
Barbarella
Cavernous
Noodle
The Story:
Deep within the cavernous mountainous rage of mountains of Afghanistan, Barbarella could be found eating noodles from a ventriloquists dummies head. The dummy resembled daytime chat-show host Richard Madley. The dummies were made after Richard was found to be a bigamist. Richard had been having a secret affair Jimmy Krankie. Not only had Richard been having an affair but he was married to Jimmy.
When Richard was caught he knew his days were numbered. People had been tuning in to watch his show for years. People knew he was a bit of a simpleton, but this was something else. The public turned against him in their droves. People crowded round his house and when he made an appearance they grabbed him and put him on a medieval rack and pulled him limb from limb. When his limbs flew off the crowd cheered with delight. When he had he had finally been put out of his misery one spectator cut off his head with one fowl swoop of a meat cleaver and put his head on a spike and paraded it around London. It wasn’t until his head reached Tower Bridge that his head found a resting place. His head was left there for all to see for ever more.
The Picture:
Ventriloquist
Bigamist
Simpleton
Richard Madeley
Barbarella
Cavernous
Noodle
The Story:
Deep within the cavernous mountainous rage of mountains of Afghanistan, Barbarella could be found eating noodles from a ventriloquists dummies head. The dummy resembled daytime chat-show host Richard Madley. The dummies were made after Richard was found to be a bigamist. Richard had been having a secret affair Jimmy Krankie. Not only had Richard been having an affair but he was married to Jimmy.
When Richard was caught he knew his days were numbered. People had been tuning in to watch his show for years. People knew he was a bit of a simpleton, but this was something else. The public turned against him in their droves. People crowded round his house and when he made an appearance they grabbed him and put him on a medieval rack and pulled him limb from limb. When his limbs flew off the crowd cheered with delight. When he had he had finally been put out of his misery one spectator cut off his head with one fowl swoop of a meat cleaver and put his head on a spike and paraded it around London. It wasn’t until his head reached Tower Bridge that his head found a resting place. His head was left there for all to see for ever more.
The Picture:
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