In the shabby hotel meeting room the marathon Chicken Poo Bingo Game ground into the next morning. A classic orange cult, head in the sand pastime. The prize being a bucket of Kentucky Fried. Leggs Eleven, the frantic mob boss, grabbed the Bingo number squatter by the ears shouting, “Said needed Two Fat Ladies!” he spat “Not Two Little Ducks!”
Bingo Cluck
