Really Crap Joke

Count Dracula is out "on the pull" in Glasgow.

He spends the night drinking Bloody Marys 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. Mmm, he thinks.
What's going on here.

A few yards further on and ........Bang ! He's 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! He's 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 pickled onion.

On the ground dying, he looks up and sees an attractive young female. With
his dying breath he gasps, "Who the hell are you ?"





"Hi, I'm BUFFET, the vampire slayer !"