Word Verifier: The Gathering
Week 5:Who You Gonna Call?
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First time visitors: The rules are simple. Go into my comments section, read your verification word and be creative. Each week I'll give just a bit of direction for the topic.
ENJOY!
J
Ready? GO!
First time visitors: The rules are simple. Go into my comments section, read your verification word and be creative. Each week I'll give just a bit of direction for the topic.
ENJOY!
J
posted by John at 8:27 AM
6 Comments:
As the scary and threatening phone calls came more frequently, I finally decided to call Hitman J. I knew he could help. I was given an appointment to meet him at his office. Unfortunately, his new secretary had a slight problem, with English not being her native language. As I approached the door, she said "cminuwt". I did as instructed and came in and waited in the reception area. Hitman didn't realize I was there until it was almost too late. As he was running off to a special performance, he noticed me. He reprimanded his secretary, but she just smiled and nodded. Next time, I'll just walk right in his office. No more waiting for me.
The hotel was deserted and dark. I ran my hand along the wall looking for the light switch. I felt something slimy and immediately pulled my hand back. I managed to fish my lighter out of my pocket. At first I thought is was ghost slime but on closer examination it was just jiz
PS: What the fuck is up with your blog? When I go to comments these funking screens pop up with big numbers.
ccastonw - Stuttering freak-out screamed by Shaggy when Scooby-Doo popped out from behind the door in a ghost costume.
Dunno, Nonny. I'm looking into it, but I don't see what you see aparently.
J
OK, it was obviously a problem with my computer at work because I'm home now and it's not doing it. I hope you didn't spend all day trying to find the problem, of course it's not like you do any actual work anyway!
The zombie lurched toward me, "xwwbu" it moaned. I took this to mean brains and I high tailed it outta there.
leentjpw
It was a dark and stormy night. The hookman was fucking tired of being the bad guy in everybody's ghost stories. He was all like, "WTF? I'm not a ghost?! I'm an escaped mental patient that happens to be a serial killer?!"
He saw a car that was out of gas parked on the side of the road, with some chick waiting in the front seat while her boyfriend was off somewhere getting gas. He leentjpw against the window of the car...
I hate it when missionaries come to my door. Somehow, someway, they always manage to work their way into my living room where I end up serving them tea and reading their religious tracts.
"So, who is your particular god?" I asked politely as I poured some Darjeeling tea into cups for two women dressed in orange with blue flowers embroidered on the shoulders.
"We are devoted followers of Jhlsufst," the first one said.
"Yeah," the second one said. "So you want to learn more about our god?"
"Well, I don't know," I said, "I'm pretty much happy with my own--"
"We've got cookies," the first one said. "Thin mints."
Confound it all! They get me every time. I can't tell you how many religious sects I've joined, all for the cookies.
"So be it," I sighed. "Praise Jhlsufst." I hoped >Jhsufst didn't mind that I also had shrines to Xwwbu, Klhaet, and Cminuwt.
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