*CREEEK*the door was opening slowly.Wind

*CREEEK*the door was opening slowly.Wind was howling through the windows and blowing the curtains.Unknown footsteps were heard running in the hall.Outside,roaring thunder was heard

. I hit the snooze and turned over. The spirit hovered over my bed. "Get out!" it hissed. "Lemme 'lone. Need coffee." The spirit wailed and rattled its chains. Every goddam morning

, I had to put up with the vengeful spirit named Bob. I wish he'd give up the ghost and move on, but he is determined to wreck my beauty sleep. "Waaake up, I want to play a game of

love! La-la-la-la love!' So I fired up the old Proton Pack and blasted Bob the ghost back to nothingness. Crap when will Vankman be here?

Singing a song is what really cheer me up before I blast a ghost to where it belongs. Vankman don't mind me singing: 'Oh baby can you feel...ABC, F.D.E., Do Re Mi, singing you and

me …" Suddenly ghosts were flying in from everywhere to see if I had mistakenly invoked the ghost of Michael Jackson. The ghost before me though was trying to escape. Vankman flank

-ed at the ghosts, but otherwise did little to disperse them. "Vankman, you idiot," Cheryl hissed at him, "You have to threaten their plasma or something!" But by this time the gho

had its stitching repaired, & I was the finest gentleman in all of Bhutan. I like to vlog from my Himalayan home in my "Let's Meditate" series of me practicing Buddhism. Subscribe!

My website struggled to take off and find nirvana. The mountains were cold and the mountain lions would not conform to Buddhism. I decided to give up the confides of my material..

until I remembered the scripture verse “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.” I realized: we are all one regardless of religion. At last, I reached Nirvana.