It was then that Flambow began waxing on about the ear of Winset VanGoth.
Seems that the mad artist had unplugged said appendage from his skull in a deaf scheme to woo the lovely Miss Kinky.
Miss Kinky informed Winset that she’d rather a ring than an ear.
It was then, according to Auteur, that Miss Kinky plopped the shrivelled shell into young Randy Jim’s Sour Toad cocktail.
Flambow said my granddad decided to retain it as a cheap steak.
Now that the infamous artist of “Scary, Scary Night” has finally nicked the ducat, the good citizens of Farris want to bury VanGoth with ear in tow.
All this seemed fine with my randy granddad, except he claimed that the objet d’hark hadn’t been heard from in quite some time.
“I kept it as a pimento”, Granddad said, “in a jar with others.
I had it in a box of cornporn, marked: ‘Highly Spliced’.
But last year, when I got everything out of storage, it like the vegetable, didn’t turnip.
Looks like its a job for you, PeeEye”.