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Post by 1992 on Jan 29, 2007 11:11:17 GMT -5
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Post by bodysurfer1967 on Jan 29, 2007 13:46:00 GMT -5
What is the specific reason why you hate Weird NJ 1992?.....just curious.....
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Post by 1992 on Jan 29, 2007 18:39:19 GMT -5
They advertise places that they shouldn't.
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Post by bodysurfer1967 on Jan 30, 2007 10:01:02 GMT -5
They don't advertise places. Readers submit stories about places in the state. Can you elaborate on your response?
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Post by 1992 on Jan 30, 2007 22:12:04 GMT -5
Nope. I said my bit, you can like them all you want (I just don't recommed it).
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Jan 30, 2007 23:13:31 GMT -5
I love Weird New Jersey, where else can learn about real legends within driving distance? That being said I wish their were more Weird Pennsylvania literature because I live here and all kinds of weird things happen. For example, this one time... n'ah y'all ain't interested.
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Post by clnancy50 on Jan 30, 2007 23:25:57 GMT -5
You read my mind. No, I'm not interested, but it figures you would like anything wierd.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Jan 30, 2007 23:27:54 GMT -5
...Allright, due to popular demand I will post the story. This story is dedicated to my [now deceased] pet piranha who encouraged me in habits [all 583 of them]
Once upon a time lightning struck Abe Lincoln's grave and Lincoln burst from the earth under the full moon. He frolicked [literally] through the graveyard not bothering to notice the stunned security gaurd who watched in shock from his hidey house "Hidey hoo" Meanwhile dracula awoke to find himself buried 2,000 feet under the ground where is tombstone stood [in an old blind lady's kitchen] So Dracula had a fit and began digging downwards [thinking it was upwards] until he fell through the roof of hell. He fell down and landed right next to my parking space in a pile of skeletons. Dracula wandered hell as he watched the horror, smelled the foul smells, and listened to the echoing heavy metal blasting from a billion unseen speakers in the endless halls. In downtown hell thousands of slaves file papers as their cruel and demented boss's walk around barking orders and playing electric guitars. In hell everybody has to sing everything they want to say and they have to ask satan's permission first and satan has to hold a meeting with the representitives and the representitives have to then ask Wylie who rarely gives a straight answer or any coherent answer, wylie coyote.
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Jan 30, 2007 23:32:03 GMT -5
Interesting how someone finnaly noticed my mind reading abilities.
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Post by clnancy50 on Feb 1, 2007 2:28:58 GMT -5
Interesting how someone finnaly noticed my mind reading abilities. Well, if that's the case; guess I won't be posting that much anymore.  |
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Post by mclunatic4evr on Feb 2, 2007 21:26:26 GMT -5
Under dog vs Over dog! With little or no time to reply I realized thou had mixed the methods of pursuing Entertainment and Wisdom. Ah the Kamala Beast clock, an immortal cocker spaniel sheet'n down the chimney "We don't have Chimney!" and was baking dream pies for the servent, because they made away with all but 1 of the original 420 of them. The servent became ideal of worship as he served ordourve's and wine. A train came to the earth station, i boarded it and it went to hell.
Buzzards flew in circles over the lost tourist as I filed paperwork 500,000 Feet beneath the crust. In hell I filed papers next to Graham Character Devil. Slowly, very slowly I watched and did indeed notice how every day he seemed to be even more and more detached from reality, finnaly he was gone, lost on the endless dance of lost radio waves.
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