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Local H Jay
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i took out some dip from my fridge to enjoy some chips with, it was in a large glass bowl. i set it on the table and happily ate the snack with no problems. as my show finished i leaned back in my couch and suddenly- SMASH!
the bowl, full of delicious onion dip, had spontaneously exploded everywhere. there was dip and shards of glass all over my table, carpet, and feet. i just spent the last half hour vacuuming up the glass and then cleaning the mess up. it was likely because the bowl was cold and then i placed it on my not cold at all table, after a few minutes it just popped and scared the shit out of me.
this probably doesn't sound that scary but god damn did it make me jump at the time, my heart was racing
alt OP, actually scary:
http://www.damninteresting.com/lucid-decapitation/#more-495
the bowl, full of delicious onion dip, had spontaneously exploded everywhere. there was dip and shards of glass all over my table, carpet, and feet. i just spent the last half hour vacuuming up the glass and then cleaning the mess up. it was likely because the bowl was cold and then i placed it on my not cold at all table, after a few minutes it just popped and scared the shit out of me.
this probably doesn't sound that scary but god damn did it make me jump at the time, my heart was racing
alt OP, actually scary:
http://www.damninteresting.com/lucid-decapitation/#more-495
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Trust me, I'm an expert.
or onion dip
COME AT ME GHOSTS.
it is a satisfactory amount of food when combined when four hot dog buns, which also comes in a thing of eight, so it works out perfectly for two days
ANYWAY, when I came back on the second day there were four hot dog buns but only THREE WIENERS
thus endeth the tale of ghostwiener
goddamn
but it's actually almost worse somehow, because if you give a stupid asshole a bunch of money, he'll still be a stupid asshole
It's just so douchey
well, not all at once
i'm watching an episode of Ghost Adventures about the tunnels beneath Portland and for some reason they met up with a cop and they're driving around seedy parts of portland filming prostitutes from a car
and visiting a porno store
as "investigative background"
holy fuck this is the creepiest thing i've ever seen in this show about ghosts
So good on you guys
I don't think that was the issue here
Oh i thought you meant like, at once as in ... literally four hot dogs in your mouth at the same time
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
WHAT IN THE SHIT
they seem really interesting
i dunno if these are the same ones but i love 'em
thanks
I guess I didn't think eating four hot dogs was all that impressive
maybe I'm just a hot dog artist
The clouds in the morning sky were slow to make their choice, a cold grey haze their signature of indecision. It was good weather for the 5 block walk to the local newstand, where the clerk was counting the money in the register. John bought the Sunday newspaper. His money was set aside separately from the money being counted, which he thought appropriate. In his line of work, everything needed to be separate, discrete. He savored this thought, and spoke it out loud.
"In my line of work, everything needs to be separate, discrete."
A boy standing at the upcoming intersection looked up at John's utterance, distracted from another smaller boy sitting in the corner yard, at least for a second. "Marshall is a weenie. Marshall is a weenie weenster!", the boy closest to John yelled. The smaller boy winced in recognition, looked at John, and then cowered with shame.
"Stop that!", John rasped as he raised his arm at the bully child. However, when he looked up to where the boy should be, the bully boy was gone. Children change so quickly at that age, John wasn't even sure who he was looking at. The boy in the yard licked his lips and made his way back into his house.
"Is it worse to be cruel to someone in public, or in private?", John wondered.
It may be worse to be crueler in private, John mused. This is why people who hurt animals are so passionately punished by society, not for the sake of the animal, but for the sake of everyone else. Private cruelty is a sign of a greater disease.
John completed the walk to the park bench, and sat down facing the row of well maintained McMansions. He hated the fact that he had to work on Sunday. Sundays are best for pretending that you are the person that you intended to be, as opposed to whom you turned out to be in life. This is especially true for those without family, friends, or a wife.
When Mrs. McHale house walked from the front door of his house with her luggage and ticket to Tokyo, John reveled in his Sunday fantasy of being Mr. McHale, kissing and saying goodbye to his beautiful young blonde wife, and then preparing for his week of unknown success selling faucet fixtures to hotels, or cheese graters to restaurants.
He watched from the park bench as the taxi pulled away from the house, shuttling Mrs. McHale away. With purpose he made his way to the back door of the house, where a poorly disguised plastic rock held the key. In seconds he was inside. He pulled the knife from his belt, and weighed it, listening for movement in the house, weighing his options.
"It is worse to be cruel to someone in private, " John thought.
Strided should be strode. That is all.
So, he was...
Psychic?
OR WAS IT GHOSTS?
Why I fear the ocean.
Halfway through this right now. A little predictable but I like the premise of these fake assholes getting their come uppance. And it was nice to see it just jump straight to creepy.
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3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
Right? You're thinkin "oh man this is just some boring horror moOOOWHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
I love this, BTW.
3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
The world record is 68 hot dogs and buns in 10 minutes.
Four ain't shit.