A Joke

I was just sent this, and, well, I thought it was funny

Count Dracula is on the pull in Glasgow. He spends the night drinking
Bloody Mary’s in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women’s necks.
He is heading for home, wandering along Argyle street sometime before
sunrise.
Suddenly he is hit on the back of the head. He looks round and sees
nothing. He looks down and sees a small sausage roll.
Mmmm, he thinks. What’s going on here.
A few yards further on and… BANG.
Smacked on the back of the head again! He whirls round as quick as he
can, nothing. Again he looks down and there is a small triangular
sandwich lying on the ground. How odd!!
A few yards further along the street and…..CRASH.
Smacked on the back of the head again!! He whirls round as quick as he
can, nothing. He’s getting really angry now. Again he looks down and
there is a cocktail sausage lying on the ground.
He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing.
He walks a few yards further on when he gets a tap on the shoulder. With
a swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as fast as he can.
He feels a sharp pain in his heart.
He falls to the ground clutching his chest, which is punctured by a
small cocktail stick
laden with a chunk of cheese and a pickle.
On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young female.
With his dying breath he gasps, who the hell are you?
She replies my name is ………..

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