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Post by mclunatic4evr on Sept 28, 2006 23:50:25 GMT -5
Had a couple wierd things happen in the Wheatfield and Spangler's Spring but never at the Jennie Wade house. Embelish... If you dare
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Sept 29, 2006 0:05:06 GMT -5
I've had some weird things happen to me, but not in a wheat field. Acctually it happened in hell. When I arrived here I was treated to dinner at the Jim Morrison diner. The waiter, if that's what you want to call him pulled out the ordering pad and I proceeded to order the likes of fish sticks, raspberry juice and melted ice cream sandwhices massed together in an undrained coconut with half alive piranha's swimming counter clockwise in them. The waiter responded with a muffled assortment of language projections that I failed to interperet because of the bee covered bee's nests pouring out of his mouth onto the floor and back into the lava. For tourist season has begun and the 2 tourists have arrived at the motor lodge, only they are lost and are sitting in the middle of the intersection, blocking both directions of traffic. The driver had given up finding his destination (which was now less the 30 ft from him) and was just rocking out to Rap in the middle of the road as he bobbed his head to groove. The second passenger was deaf and hadn't heard any music since the days of Reily, but he was rocking out even harder in his mute paradise. The traffic was going crazy all around them as neither one of them even seems to noticeorcareabouttheinsanescenariotheyhavebothcreated.Iguessthat'swhytheydon'tletusspaceoutwordsout like we used to do in the old Kamala Beast clock factory in the sunken swamp lands that cover the backlands of the back woods. Happy?! "Yes, I am" Ha ha ha "Ha ha ha" Hoo hoo hoo "ho ho ho" Eee EEE edit.
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Post by clnancy50 on Sept 29, 2006 2:17:07 GMT -5
I'm sure IF you "chose" to be in hell, there would be more than alot of wierd things happening. With your wild imagination, you should have been a partner with Stephen King. Make fun and laugh all you want; I choose to speak in the reality "of this world", not deal in fantasy; which is all that seems to come out of your mouth. "It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow-necked bottles--the less they have in them the more noise they make in pouring it out."
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Sept 29, 2006 17:42:07 GMT -5
What are you implying? That I'm not educated? I happen to have a remarkable education thanks to the "Program" That I (involuntarily) spent years in before they sent me to the country with a hammer and some nails to build a dark ride. "If you build they will come" Whispered a voice in the wind as I built my dark ride under a full moon.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 1, 2006 21:16:04 GMT -5
Damn straight.
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Post by clnancy50 on Oct 7, 2006 1:28:47 GMT -5
With your vocabulary and descriptive language, It sounds to me that you are very educated; probably over-qualified.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 7, 2006 10:19:16 GMT -5
It's not worse then being in a Morgue, trust me, I've been a proud member of the morgue league ever since it was formed in the old cemetary on the hill.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 7, 2006 11:04:20 GMT -5
It's hard to get a proper education when your tutor refuses to take his medication. I recall one day he lost his temper and never found it again, he slammed his fist down, picked up the grammar and chucked into the fire place. He picked up the table and threw it out the window where it shattered violently, sending many raccoons running from the garbage to the forest.
Shall thy favorite Sun rise?
That was the day everyone in Hades stopped taking their medication, twus a protest against something, i forget what. Satan stopped taking his evil pills and he became not evil. You should have seen it, Satan frolicked about the meadow picking daisies and singing joy tunes. Their were lollipops, sunshine and singing chipmunks everywhere. The school children laughed and danced about as puppy dogs and bunny rabbits pranced with glee. Back in hell everyone was confused, they couldn't find their ruler, and he never came back. I run Hades now, Satan is still prancing in the sunny California countryside somewhere, helping disabled children and the elderly in his spare time.
I however made changes to Hades that can never be undone. I wanted it to be like Wildwood, so I built dark rides all over the place, eventually they were all linked together. The one dark ride that leads from earth to Hades is the best, visitors are greeted in the gift shop by a talking Grandfather clock. In the lobby one will be created by a shattered humpty dumpty. Shatter thee with utter glee.
The new wildwood hades had flashing party bulbs everywhere. Residents were required to sing the anthem I wrote everytime they were in public. At the time most residents were forced to live in refridgerator boxes surrounded by Candles and Vandals. Everything was good except for one thing, Donald Duckk (spelling of Duck changed for legal reasons) had escaped again. A little background on him, he wasn't really Donald Duckk, he was originally someone much worse, but the humpty dumpty created him wrong and out came the evilest duckk hell had ever seen.
The duck was now loose in the everglades, and just like the time before he went straight for the Slee-Z motel in the Florida everglades. Foolish tourists had checked into the motel on the third full moon of the harvest and soon they would learn why that was not good. Night came, storms came. Lighting was striking everywhere as the foolish tourists watched basic cable unaware of the approaching evil. "Quack" It was faint, but unmistakable. Silence, then so much unpleasentness. The Duckk pounded, banged, scratched at, and desperatley tried to open the door to their room. "LET ME IN! LET ME IN! It is I, Orion! Duck of Hades, let me in and I promise I will only eat one of you" The tourists were in shock and spent the rest of the night hiding under the bed.
The next morning, open wide the door... No sign of the Duckk, the sun is shining and all is well. The symbol is written in blood on the wall, promising the return of the Duckk upon the next night. A trail of duck food and bloody duck prints lead back into the thicket. "Sleep well?" The hotel clerk asked the lead tourist as he checked out "Twus a duck sabotaging us all night" The tourist said. "That's just Orion, some call him Donald, he'll back tonight"
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Post by minion on Oct 8, 2006 21:26:04 GMT -5
Jesus enough already. You goth kids are giving me a headache. I wish I had all the time in the world to write such nonsense. Must be nice to have so much time on your hands. Dont worry kid it gets much worse when you get older and have responsibilitities. Unless you get lucky like good ol Robert and live off the state. This board is dead because no one is saying anything of value or interest. YAWN.
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Post by clnancy50 on Oct 9, 2006 1:48:12 GMT -5
You go, minion! Thank you. How you been?
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 9, 2006 13:46:43 GMT -5
First off, I resent being called a goth. I spent long hours teasing, harrasing and other wise expressing dissaproval of the Gothic kids in High School. And now as a man all that has paid off and I am in hell. And yes it is great to have all that time on my hands, it's given me time to discover the meaning of life which will be included in my soon to be released autobiography. Again I already have responsibilities, besides ruling the underworld I also have a small dog groomers business going on the side. Lastly, I am not the first to contribute almost nothing but nonsense to this board, back in the day when it had members I recall many contributions of nonsense (like Roberts mongoloid brother) Their will be more to come, in the mean time McLunatic will fill in for them.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 9, 2006 20:45:29 GMT -5
Dark rides are where unspeakable things happen in Darkness, in darkness, in darkness and darkness and darkness will help make the room darker. What? It's like a lot of those new rap songs that begins with za rapper saying "What? What? What?" Yeah... So then a malfuncioning voice box roboty boat apple operator statifonicied it to the point of pointy.
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Post by clnancy50 on Oct 9, 2006 23:54:49 GMT -5
Ok, lunatic, keep this board going in whatever way you want. How old must you be to be a "man?"
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 11, 2006 11:51:08 GMT -5
Indeed. And 18 would be a good age to answer thou other question.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Oct 12, 2006 17:44:41 GMT -5
[crickets chirping]
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