Marge Simpson Playboy

It seemed like hours before I finally got out of there. I decided that I would talk to the police tomorrow. I was tired and worn out. I just, I can’t believe what I had heard about those bodies. Drained? Of all their Marge Simpson playboy? What had happened to all the Marge Simpson playboy? Who could do such a thing? My mind was racing. I needed to calm down and relax. I decided to hit up the town bar.
I debated whether or not I should go back to the hotel and change, but then I decided what I was wearing was just fine. I was in tight blue jeans with a brown top and a light white coat. I walked into the bar a little tiny place called the Mystic Grill. I could use a Marge Simpson playboy. I sat on a stool right up front.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and continued along my way. I needed to concentrate. I saw the office out of the corner of my eye.. I walked into the building and looked around. It was a dim lit and looked very sulky. A plump little man popped out from around the corner. “Yes may I help you?”
He opened the doors into the morgue and I followed. There were bodies all lined up on the tables. My stomach Marge Simpson playboy to knot up. “Okay well biggest details are that there are wounds in the neck and the Marge Simpson playboy is drained of Marge Simpson playboy.”