Nativity Play continues

It took the real world of JC a few days to recover from Miss Rose’s sobriety soirée. Gill from Cambs had stayed over, not by choice but due to the fact that Kenty Wenty, had given up flicking reindeer pooh at her and had super glued Gill to Miss Rose’s chesterfield. Unfortunately, Miss Rose had drunk one martini too many and had only surfaced at noon the following day, leaving Gill stuck to the chesterfield for 12 hours, in serious need of the loo. It had taken a few tena pads and 14 bottles of nail varnish remover to release Gill.

Eve and Catlady were holed up in the Cozy Corner café writing lists of what needed to be done for the Nativity play. So far Catlady had managed to write 16 packs of family cans of coke and 21 giant bags of tortilla chips and then in brackets (make sure all the empties come back to my handbag!!!) Eve had written nothing, she was too busy poking cosy with her pencil making him froth at the mouth.

Eddie 2 shoes sat at the next table, he was on the internet with his dongle trying to get a fit bird to join him for his Christmas lunch. So far 14 turkeys and 27 chickens had said no but he wasn’t the type to give up easily and was now going on fitbirdsharmonydotcom to find a companion for Christmas lunch.

Whatajoke sat in the corner writing his Christmas cards, so far he had written 417 to MinnieClaireMouse addressed to her boyfriend’s house and on each one had drawn a smiley face, he was going to get enough courage by the time he got to the 500th one, to write “MinnieClaireMouse I love you and want you to have my babies.” He had been snubbed enough by the Blonde Bolton Bomber, he had decided it was time to move on.

MAX was busy in his kitchen he had been waiting 4 days for his jacket spud and was now beginning to wonder if the Real World of JC had been laughing at him when they had given him instructions on how to bake it. He had given up with the oven version and was now wrapping his potato in kitchen foil ready to slam it in the microwave as MinnieClaireWales and NonWelshFem, had suggested.

A new inmate had descended on the Real World of JC, 26 stone female who was busy asking how much everyone weighed, Mariapizzeria, was advising everyone to keep quiet as 26 stone female was looking for lunch and the big ones were going to be eaten first.

Thin no dice no ice, had given up the God lark, his apprentice had got bored and gone to the pub leaving Thin no dice no ice, suspended, high above his stable, when he had tried to get himself down, he had trapped his fingers and was now showing anyone who would look, his manky fingers. So far tinks, maxie, phoenix and daisy dot had all fainted. The only one showing any interest was the Blonde Bolton Bomber who was thinking about taking up a first aid course with the St John’s Ambulance but Thin no dice no ice, was thinking chopping off his fingers was a safer option.

Annetteknittingthecurtain had taken a break and was busy printing off Christmas cards. The front of the card was a beautiful picture of Jesus, with a big halo and the caption “JESUS LOVES YOU”, inside the card was a different story “BUT EVERYONE ELSE THINKS YOU ARE A **NT”, once she had printed 800 copies, she was posting 400 to Eve and 400 to Thin no dice no ice.

The Real World of JC were waiting for Sgt Salt to announce the names of who was taking part in the JC Nativity play, all was quite as noon struck and Sgt Salt, would come on air when a huge “BANG” followed by several explosions rocked the Real World of JC.

MAX finally sat down to his jacket potato, minus his hair, eyebrows and house …. :twisted: