The skip behind Grebe's Pub is leaking again. For as long as any of us can remember there's always been a skip behind the pub and Grebe has it changed every other week like clockwork. We've all got out bets on whether it's blood or rust but judging by the buzzing drone of flies coming from under the tarp I'm comfortable in saying it's the former.
Nobody ever seems to catch him, or anyone for that matter, using the skip and nobody's ever confessed to having used it themselves yet the hire truck always struggles to winch it on board. Who or whatever Grebe's been stashing in there, it'll change soon enough.
The young'uns are noticing it now and their beady little eyes are quick to notice the irregular, their hands quicker still to snap a photo and share it to the world. Grebe's world will come crumbling down before the next switch, you mark my words.
We'll finally know what he's been hiding in them and then we'll all be able to collect our debts.
Nobody ever seems to catch him, or anyone for that matter, using the skip and nobody's ever confessed to having used it themselves yet the hire truck always struggles to winch it on board. Who or whatever Grebe's been stashing in there, it'll change soon enough.
The young'uns are noticing it now and their beady little eyes are quick to notice the irregular, their hands quicker still to snap a photo and share it to the world. Grebe's world will come crumbling down before the next switch, you mark my words.
We'll finally know what he's been hiding in them and then we'll all be able to collect our debts.
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