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Fear Itself
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We were gonna get some chocolate syrup at some random store, go to this other place where both of us might have worked eons past, go into their bathroom, and write "POOP" on the wall in what looks like poop.
We were gonna get some chocolate syrup at some random store, go to this other place where both of us might have worked eons past, go into their bathroom, and write "POOP" on the wall in what looks like poop.
Just as a little "fuck you"
I didn't see how this would work, becasue I thought it would just drip off the walls.
Then I realized that you could just smear it on the walls
When I worked at Albertsons I would take shits on the companies dime all the time. I would wipe my ass with paper towels and smear what I could underneath the paper towel dispenser. I would then just throw the used paper towels into the trash. No one knew what the smell was for months until someone dropped their sunglasses and noticed the shit streaks.
This is a true story. My father died in 1991, three days before Christmas. I was only 7 years old. He died in our house. After that, my mom and two brothers and I would hear strange things like in the hall way at night you could hear someone walking back and fourth. You could also hear some one humming which was what my dad use to do. The cupboards in the kitchen would open up and close. Once I had one of my friends sleep over and I didn't tell them any thing what was happening. We were in my room and my friend said that she heard a noise. I just said you're probably just hearing things. Then my door opened up and slammed really hard. We got up fast and ran to the door to see if any one did that but there was no one there. It was just strange. Then we went back over by my bed and started talking and laughing. We heard someone coming and we thought it was my mom, so we stopped talking. There was no one there again. We just heard foot steps. My friend got scared and said that she wanted to go home and she did. I also have heard violins playing but it was coming from the basement. There was so much stuff happening. There is alot more of things that happened. We moved from that house one year ago. I'm 17 years old now. This is true, everything that I have said.
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is this like Scare Tactics?
i am gonna take a shot in the dark here
is it a part of your body
is fear itself
or a fear of it
that show would've been a lot better if they actually didn't care about heart attacks, or lawsuits.
also: ghosts
maybe if you are eating the barebones themselves
We were gonna get some chocolate syrup at some random store, go to this other place where both of us might have worked eons past, go into their bathroom, and write "POOP" on the wall in what looks like poop.
Just as a little "fuck you"
I think I got that memo.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
are you operating on some kind of hypertime initiative
I'm only starting to feel normal now
Then I realized that you could just smear it on the walls
I'm covering my tracks just in-case the federal government tries to pin a terrorism charge on us.
Edit: Yeah, we'll be smearing.
Motherfucker's gonna have letters three feet tall.
by the time they catch you maybe it'll be in yet another storybook universe where terrorism is rewarded with swanky dinners
Are there loose women at these dinners?
Because I've always wanted to play footsie with a sexy woman at a swanky dinner.
Its all very James Bond.
When I worked at Albertsons I would take shits on the companies dime all the time. I would wipe my ass with paper towels and smear what I could underneath the paper towel dispenser. I would then just throw the used paper towels into the trash. No one knew what the smell was for months until someone dropped their sunglasses and noticed the shit streaks.
Indeed, and a jovial fat man who loves to have jokes made at his expense.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
Dom DeLuise should be forced by international law to attend every swanky dinner.
Fucking awesome.
All I need now is some blow inside a wristwatch and my world is complete.
I think they're discussing this at Bilderberg right now.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
At least my fears are completely irrational.
Satans..... hints.....
Honestly I didn't even read the OP, I figured it was about... fuck it FDR or something I dunno.
Which made your post hilariously "out of context" to me.
It is ridiculous.
The billiard hall is two floors up from the dining hall.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
or that i already have
or that you already have
that or a man with a hook for a hand will come after me whenever i drive through the Appalachian mountains