While on a trip, I go hiking in some really

While on a trip, I go hiking in some really strange woods. I have heard stories from some of the local neighbor's stories saying that there is something in the woods. So I looked

for a blunderbuss filled it with acorns, tamped it down with a healthy charge of Gams homemade gunpowder, & headed into the woods looking for the cottage with the corpse candles

I pulled up my coveralls and waded into the swampy waters. I followed a phosphorescent will-o-the-wisp past the moss covered trees to the ghost house. My blunderbuss felt heavy.

That's because swamp water got into it. The powder was wet. At the edge of the swamp I saw an alligator. But as it swam towards me, it was no 'gator, but it was Swamp Thing

1, followed by Swamp Thing 2. Their blue hair was caked in mud and frog entrails. "Who DARES hit a golf ball in our swamp?!" they howled. I realized I was holding my 5-Iron.

and Maxwell and his Roundheads promptly jumped the caddy and tore him to pieces. Hoisting my golfbag on my shoulder, I vacated the swamp as fast as could be, finding me way to the

eighteenth hole and tried to talk my way into the clubhouse for members only. I slipped past and sent a quick text to Maxwell, "meet me at the

ice sculpture with the all-you-can-eat shrimp buffet". There I was enjoying a Budweiser Light and gorging on shrimp when Maxwell walked up with a Members Only jacket on. We torched

the shrimp and threw them at Maxwell. His jacket caught on fire, and he ripped it off. We continued to throw shrimp at him until he ran away, screaming and on fire, never to return