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The Last Mars Bar

by Bob Jacobs

This morning I wrestled a pregnant woman in Morrisons. We both reached for the last Mars bar at the same time. I tried to reason with her. She was eating for two and there was only one Mars bar. I almost had her fingers prised open, loosening her grip on the bar of chocolate, when I got dragged off by a bunch of interfering do-gooders who felt that she should get it. It's the kid I feel sorry for, saddled for life with such a selfish bitch for a mother.

6S

Bob Jacobs, whose full catalog is here, lives in the south-east of England with his wife and kids and Sony Vaio. In his spare time he likes to lie motionless on his back, whistling and staring at clouds.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

That was another fun read. Could picture the whole thing. Great way to start my lousy morning.

Robert Aquino

Bob Clay said...

Luv it.


:-[]

mgirl said...

I love it! The last line did it for me.

reynolds said...

Bob rules.

Madam Z said...

Life isn't fair, Bob. But you have your talent to comfort you.

Ian said...

Like Robert A. said, great way to start the morning! Still giggling, I can see the whole thing.

Harry said...

Jack Handey-esque and I mean that as a compliment. Really funny Bob.

Joe said...

Classic six as usual. What a wonderful sense of style and wit!

Jp said...

Hilarious. Great 6S.

Anonymous said...

Many thanks for all of the comments.

Cheers,
Bob Jacobs

Alana said...

That was so great! Really enjoyed it!

say-ro said...

ha ha i was just hatin on pregnancy, and pregnant bitches (who don't glow people!) when my friend gave me ur link. way to hate on the pregnant ones! wierd. i kinda feel bad about what i wrote. u must feel like shyt!