Broken

During an entertaining twenty-four hours of work, I've presided over one of the Monday Night Club acquiring a fifty-pound note and deciding to redeem it entirely in tequila-shots (it works out at around two dozen, if you're wondering) and an afternoon of Samba and DJ Adam sharing the worst jokes in the history of humanity with me.

With so much excitement, I almost forgot to find something blippable, but managed to capture the interior of the broken glass bin just before finishing work.

I can't think of a suitable song today, so instead, you can have Samba's (slightly dire) Purple Joke.

Samba's (slightly dire) Purple Joke

Once upon time, in a purple universe, was a purple planet. On this purple planet was a purple land with purple houses, populated by purple people, who worked purple jobs. Their purple jobs paid them purple wages, that allowed them to buy purple food and purple drinks, keep purple roofs over their heads, and raise purple children.

However, this purple society also had purple problems. There were purple drugs, there was purple homelessness and purple unemployment (especially when the purple Conservative Party were in power), and of course, purple criminals. Purple robbers, purple muggers, purple murderers, even a smattering of purple celebrity shoplifters. But worst of all, there was the purple Purple Gang.

The purple Purple Gang were feared by all people of purple, and considered purple outlaws. They funded themselves through purple theft, and one day concocted a purple plan for the purplest bank-job of their purple lives. Storming the purple doors of the purple bank with purple weapons, they knocked out the purple guards, took purple hostages, and forced the purple cashiers to place all the purple money in purple bags, and hand them over the purple counter. With all of the purple money, they fled the purple bank to their purple car out in the purple street, and made their purple getaway.

The purple Purple Gang promptly fled the purple country, and headed over the purple sea to a purple island. However, they had no purple idea that they'd been followed. A purple detective was on their purple trail, and notified the purple island's purple police to the purple presence of the purple Purple Gang. After a purple shoot-out, the last remaining member of the purple Purple Gang was placed under purple arrest. Following a purple trial in a purple court, he was judged guilty by a purple jury of his purple peers, and sentenced by the purplest of judges.

A purple van took the purple prisoner to a purple jail. Through the purple gates, across the purple hall, to purple stairs that led to a purple door, where a purple guard took out a purple key, put it in the purple lock, and opened the purple door. With a purple expression, the purple guard turned to the purple prisoner, and in a purple voice, said...

"In di go."

Strangely enough, during Samba's telling of the joke, this punchline caused a stray tumbleweed to blow through the bar.