For the past three years, my husband's workplace has sponsored a fun Christmas-y contest. Each 'contestant' is provided with a corrugated construction design of some theme and asked to decorate it. One year it was a stocking, another year it was a star. This year it was a gingerbread house. Here's my husband's contribution which earned him a prize. You can see his sense of humor... WARNING: not for the faint of heart!
First read the copy of the police report:
Reporting Officer: C.C.Mr. Gingerbread Man: Run, Run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the Gingerbread ma.........Arrrrrggghhh... (loud scream).
Section 1 Narrative: At approximately 1440 hours, I responded to a call at 125 Candy Cane Lane with respect to a reported homicide. Upon arrival, I found evidence of a struggle.Witnesses reported overhearing an altercation between Mr. Gingerbread Man and an unknown assailant.
Assailant: Yum, Yum, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.... BURP.
We are currently investigating all possible leads...
And I wonder where my children get their sense of humor...
By the way...did you catch a mistake with this scenario? If you know what it is, let me know.