There’s been a murder, a woman was killed, found in a bathtub, partially filled. A pair of policemen went into the house and questioned the poor woman’s spouse. He’d just come home from working all night and found her like that, a terrible sight. The younger policeman looked on with dismay. He’d never forget that terrible day. He saw the young woman from behind the door and empty milk cartons all over the floor, Scattered strawberries, slices of fruit, and spoonfuls of sugar and honey to boot. ”Who could have done this terrible thing?” His voice had a horrified, pitiful ring. ”Just look at the clues,” replied Sargeant Miller. ”It looks like the work of a cereal killer.” (Albert Van Hoogmoed)
A French photographer and his friend from Czechoslovakia were visiting Australia. Unfortunately, one day they got too close to a nesting site and were attacked and eaten by a pair of crocodiles. The female ate the Frenchman. The Czech was in the male.
“I love money. I love everything about it. I bought some pretty good stuff. Got me a $300 pair of socks. Got a fur sink. An electric dog polisher. A gasoline powered turtleneck sweater. And, of course, I bought some dumb stuff, too.” – Steve Martin