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BUT YOU COULD SAY THE EXACT SAME THING ABOUT GHOST HUNTERS
YOU CAN DETECT EV YOURSELF
What spring does with the cherry trees.
It dosent matter what I put here you will just imagine whatever you want any.
Im done, goodnight assholes.
Those guys are as phony as they come. I remember hearing about them checking out the imbrie hall here in hillsboro. While its actually haunted- those guys are full of shit for the most part.
Hey, can you perform radioactive dating on and examine the age of the surroundings to determine the age of your nonexistent ghosts? perhaps present a clear and repeatable pattern of the intensity of the electromagnetic radiation that supposedly occurs in ghost sightings?
what do these words mean
Now, a few things you need to understand - Josh's dad is a backwoods logger and avid hunter/outdoorsman. His house is in the middle of nowhere in this little town called Day Creek, twenty minutes from any sort of civilization. They cleared the lot ot build the house, and it is completely surrounded by trees in the middle of the woods, not far from the Skagit River.
Since Josh's dad is a hunter, his house is adorned on every available surface with stuffed, mounted trophies. On this wall you got a half dozen deer heads, staring at you with cold, dead eyes. Around the corner you have a full size black bear, reared up on its back legs, striking a menacing pose. Top of the stairs you have a mountain lion, mid pounce, frozen in time. Animal skin rugs everywhere, with heads attached.
Also, I'm on a lot of acid.
So the party is going great, I'm frying balls and watching these guys play tony hawk, just fucking loving the colors and the music and the frantic energy, but I'm antsy so I get up to walk around. Its pitch black outside and raining hard and I wander into the dining room, where a huge row of elk heads are sticking out of the wall, black eyes following my every move. They're speaking to me, but only in a low buzzing hum.
That's disconcerting. Huh.
I go around the corner to find the bathroom and see that there's someone in there already, so I figure I'll go outside and have a smoke. My buddy Nick is waiting in line, so I tell him I'm seriously fucking tripping and need a smoke. I open the back door to the twinkling hiss of a deep autumn night rain, shut the door behind me and close off the sounds of the party, leaving me there in the dark with this soothing sound of water. Exactly what I needed, after being surrounded by undead beasts of all stripe watching me as I wandered.
I dig through my pockets and come up empty - fuck, I'm out of smokes. I know I've got a pack in my car, though. I set off in the dark and the rain, getting soaked instantly, heading down the crowded driveway for my car. I'm watching the ground, trying to see the puddles using the reflection from the windows behind me - no simple task when you're on this much acid in this kind of darkness. I weave between cars, eyes locked on the ground, and make it to my car. I get in, find my pack of smokes and slip it into my pocket, grab a lighter and head back for the porch. Again, I'm weaving between cars, trying to avoid puddles when bam - I walk forehead first into an aluminum ladder tied to the top of a pickup.
The world goes white and I drop to my knees in the puddle I was jumping over. I don't know how long I was there, but I wake up and realize I'm fucking freezing and soaked in front of a house. I get up and walk in, not even bothering to wipe my feet in my confusion, and there's Nick, still standing at the door of the bathroom. He looks over and sees me and drops his beer.
"What the fuck, dude?"
Apparently, I had been gone for all of one minute, and in that time had transformed into a zombie. I am covered in mud from my toes to my belt, covered in blood from my forehead down, and my pupils are the size of quarters.
"What?"
"Dude, holy shit, you look like you just got beat up!"
The door to the bathroom opens and he pulls me in to look at myself in the mirror, and sure enough, I look like a goddamned corpse on holiday.
Anyway, I get cleaned off and we patch up my head and I take a vicodin for my pounding fucking headache and end up chilling on the couch watching tony hawk.
The end.
rank is one of them
i find it amusing that john constantine saved the world by having a FFM threesome
like, I know there's a better story in there somewhere, but I can't stick the ending
it's an easy one to build up, but after the climax of beating my fucking head in and walking back into the party transformed into a zombie, it doesn't really go anywhere
it might as well be fun
"look I know this might be a little awkward or whatever, but unless you want all your loved ones to die and the world to end, you need to both fuck me at the same time."
I try not to tell what few stories I do have for pretty much this reason
they start off pretty great
but they always fizzle out and disappoint
which makes sense, I guess
there's just too much of it for me to ever want to buy
I'm cool just buying the single every month
actually the girls are draped over each other and they're like 'you gotta fuck us, john' and he's like 'wha?' and they just kinda undress him
shut up, I've never told you a single goddamn story
you're not invited to my no doubt disappointing birthday party
also I just remembered one story that turns out pretty good
the story of the Kuwaiti Megashit
I need to learn.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
I'm pretty decent at jokes, though!
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
"you're so fat... that when you cut yourself when you shave... marshmallow fluff comes out."
You're gonna make a hell of a writer.
recounting is different than.. counting..
There's no concrete evidence to prove that, therefore loomdun in real.
The best chunk starts with Ellis' run and ends at the very end of Carey's
I honestly can't think of a single part of that 100ish issues that I didn't love to death