I was at a car boot sale once. I noticed on one of the stalls one woman had a large object hidden under a sheet. I asked the woman "whats under the sheet?"... "im not really sure, it used to be my husbands" she replied... "Can i have a look?" i said, "of course!" said the woman.
As i lifted the sheet i was surprised to fine a beautiful unicorn in nearly mint condition!
"How much do want for it?" I said, "Oh, about £3 should be OK" said the woman. I readily handed over my £3. I tossed aside the sheet and the unicorn giddy with excitement, reared up onto its hind legs, its white mane sparkling in the summer sun.
"Oh! I didnt know it could do that!" said the woman with a glint of confusion in her eyeballs.
"didn't you not know it was a unicorn?" I said... "no" she said "i thought it was my husbands rowing machine, he left it in the garage after he run off with that bitch from the Co-op"
Feeling slightly sorry for her i asked if she'd like to go for a ride on it.
"Can I ?!" she said "of course!" i said.
With that we both climbed onto the unicorn, which was slippery with unicorn sweat, the unicorn made a little whirring noise like a jet engine starting up.
Whoosh! the unicorn soared into the sky, leaving behind a beautiful trail of Rainbow coloured excrement it ejected from its arse jets.
Unfortunately the woman was unfamiliar with unicorn acceleration, and at some point had slipped of the back during the climb into the heavens. I circled round for a bit to see if i could see where she had fallen, I did find her eventually, her broken body splayed across the roof of a Bedford Rascal.