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Locked? Haunted houses weren't supposed to

  • Locked? Haunted houses weren't supposed to be locked. I banged on the door. "Hello in there! Any ghosts? Me and my girl are looking for a fright." No response. I roundhouse kicked
  • my girlfriend & heard the ghosts snicker. They'd given themselves away. My girlfriend said "What'd you do that for?" "Checking your reflexes - they're lousy." I picked the doors lo
  • -han hid behind while she swilled her disgusting Popov vodka. Lindsay had Grey Goose money but she preferred the cheap stuff. But now I wanted her to meet the Ghost. He could
  • sit comfortably behind her while they mold and shape pottery together. People=shit by Slipknot will play loudly on the radio behind them. He will plant an earwig in her ear and
  • it will drill into Abby's brain at the Slipknot concert. She was reading, "Dear Abby, is it okay to dip pretzels in maple syrup?" when she went postal. But how, and against whom?
  • "I'm Chris," said Abby.
  • The end.
  • Or so I thought. Not 30 seconds after I'd completed the last Java/Quicktime/Windows/McAfee/Norton/Firefox/Explorer/Adobe/SuperAnti-Spyware update EVER! a popup popped up.
  • My worst fears were realized when the popup Poptart popup popped up and, because I was hungry, I clicked on the popup Poptart. I shouldn't have done it, I know that now. But
  • it turns out, like many demo models, the popup Poptart was a fake, and when I bit into it, I broke a tooth. Putrified pulp proceeded prohibiting prospective popup Poptart pleasure.

2 Comments

  1. Zetawilk Feb 21 2013 @ 17:34

    Too bad.

  2. SlimWhitman Feb 22 2013 @ 03:29

    Indeed, it was going somewhere interesting - but it popped back nicely.

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