Last night’s murder mystery party was a lot of fun.

The party was set in the year 1900, and my character was a controversial Austrian psychologist. Not really knowing of any other Austrians (apart from Hitler), I modelled my accent on that of Arnold Schwarzenegger, although I think I strayed into Indian on a couple of occasions.

I even managed to slip in a couple of Arnie’s film lines, which I was quite proud of (for example – “I didn’t need his [the murder victim’s] money. Or his clothes, or his motorcycle“).

And even better, I correctly guessed the killer.

I’m clearly in the wrong job.

2 thoughts on “Murder!

  1. …or a close approximation of him, anyway!

    Which reminds me – how many Freudian analysts does it take to change a lightbulb?

    Two. One to screw in the lightbulb, and the other to hold the pen… I mean, ladder.

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