Saturday (or Sunday) Frights: Screaming Lord Sutch Sings Jack The Ripper!

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Let me tell you something creeps, never, EVER wrestle a corpse away from a vulture with an infected beak…especially if his name is Mr. Pecky. As you may be able to infer from the lateness of this post, I found myself on the losing end of that awful avian assault and long story short those wounds got infected quicker than you can say “gnarly nachos” (and, while I’m thinking of it I should mention that I did manage to snag that corpse away from that feathered fiend…oh, and our nachos are now topped with a delicious meat sauce).

Mr. Pecky learns the error of matching wits with Daniel XIII...ok, he just savaged me with his beak, I cried a little bit, he got bored and flew away...

Mr. Pecky learns the error of matching wits with Daniel XIII…

Anyway, even though I am laid low, I didn’t want to leave you without your wonderful weekly weirdness, and to that end I present to you a little music from my ghoulish goomba; Screaming Lord Sutch extolling the virtues of a real lady killer, Jack the Ripper!

And because a good song deserves a second mention…