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Post by IllyriaWorshipper on Oct 4, 2004 8:38:06 GMT -5
Lets here more.
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Post by tjaman on Oct 5, 2004 17:30:45 GMT -5
Not only is RTB not the only person to have noticed, IW; we have now both corrected you on the correct spelling of "supposed." Anyway, DG, we forget that here in North America, the very streets and sidewalks are littered with apostrophes. They may not be so plentiful in Australia. Be a little sensitive.
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Post by bitterman on Oct 5, 2004 17:50:12 GMT -5
This illiterate semi-retarded 300lb redneck started stalking me.
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Post by Charisma69 on Oct 5, 2004 17:53:38 GMT -5
Now that is spooky.
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Post by tjaman on Oct 5, 2004 18:12:10 GMT -5
Quelle horreur!What did you do?
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Post by Disgruntled Gremlin on Oct 5, 2004 18:23:01 GMT -5
Personally, I'd throw some literature at 'im. Nothin' beats a good book : )
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Post by angelusfan3 on Oct 5, 2004 20:22:57 GMT -5
This illiterate semi-retarded 300lb redneck started stalking me. Hey now, I stopped doing that. ;D
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Post by IllyriaWorshipper on Oct 6, 2004 1:34:26 GMT -5
Whats a apostrophes?
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Post by bitterman on Oct 6, 2004 1:34:55 GMT -5
Greek philosopher.
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Post by Bango on Oct 6, 2004 1:37:56 GMT -5
----> ' <-----
....I'm assuming ;D!
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Post by Bango on Oct 6, 2004 1:40:11 GMT -5
This illiterate semi-retarded 300lb redneck started stalking me. Was she blonde? Cause, I swear, my cousin really didn't mean anything by it, she clings to whoever pays her attention! *sorry cus*
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Post by IllyriaWorshipper on Oct 6, 2004 1:57:17 GMT -5
Apostrophes is a Greek philosopher, K got it but it kinda sounds familar.
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Post by bitterman on Oct 6, 2004 2:00:44 GMT -5
Apostrophes is a Greek philosopher, K got it but it kinda sounds familar. Classical Period, preceeding and directly responsible for the logicians of early antiquity.
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Post by IllyriaWorshipper on Oct 6, 2004 2:03:29 GMT -5
oh......
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Post by Bango on Oct 6, 2004 2:51:12 GMT -5
Here's a couple of spooky adventures I went through. And how about a spooky dream too?
Okay, when I was 5 years old, I stayed with my great-grandmother for the summer. One night my favorite cousin stayed over. In the middle of the night we were awaken by this noise outside the house. We ran to my great-grandmother and told her about the noise. She didn't take it as a threat. We decided to sleep in the living room since we were too scared to go back to the spare bedroom that we were sleeping in. The noise still continued. Scratches on the house. We were too scared to even go back to sleep. The noise was getting louder and louder, and my cousin and I decided to look out the window to see what the noise was. When we pulled back the curtain a man's face showed through the window. He grabbed his flash light and faced it at us. Like any child would do, we screamed the loudest we could. My great-grandmother woke up and ran outside once we told her what we saw. He no longer was out there. When she went back to bed, I looked out once more, and saw his figure walking through the trees which led to the next town. I remember he had on a yellow trenchcoat. I wonder if my cousin still remembers that. Probably not since she's been through so much and her nerves aren't right.
My next spooky moment was when I was 12 years old. The whole family took a trip to Mexico. After many hours and driving around numerous mountains we stopped at this restrurant joint. I remember it being 11pm that night when we stopped. My first spooky moment is having to use the bathroom really bad, and I had to walk a few yards in the dark to this little building that was used for the bathroom. Talk about scared to death. In a new country. A few yards away from the restrurant. My parents inside the restrurant, me a few yards in a little building, knowing that anything could be out there since this place was literally in the middle of nowhere and knowing I'd soon would have to walk back into the dark, can't see anything until I go inside the restrurant. Pretty scary if you're in that situation and when you've came from a different country and lived in the city. Next, once we ate us some food,(American hamburgars and Pepsi, to be exact) we rented one of their vacant rooms. Talk about scary. Rooms looked like the best place for theives and robbers to murder someone. Not to mention it cold, freezing cold, and the fact that the lock on the front door didn't work, and anybody could just walk in and kill us if they'd wanted to. Plus, did I mention it being pitch dark, no lights, and once again I heard noices outside.
I'll have to find eve more scary stories later.
Now, a spooky dream, you know, since it is October, and it is the Spooky thread.... _______
Ever heard of Michael Myers? From the Halloween series?
Well, anyway I'm in this dream. Its my own house. Same street. I'm the same person. The thing is, Michael Myers is after me. I'm jumping into cars, running away from him, knowing that no one will save me because the doctor that had control over Michael was now dead. I ran to my old elementary school which in the dream was a high school building with teens dancing. While running past people I run into this room, Michael still following me. The room turns into a medical building which looks so much identical to the inside building of the movie theater in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer:Chaos Bleeds game,(and this was even before the game came out). anway I run down this hallway and into a room,(which if you play the Buffy Chaos Bleeds game and go into the theater and see the hallway and the room at the other end, that's how it looked like), at the far end. Michael Myers catches up and I get by, running past him. I leave that place and run back home. He follows me there, and I run to my parents room where they were all together,(whole family), and he burst threw the front door and and I immediately close my parents door. My sis and I hold it shut as he tries to push it open. He finally opens it and he tries to strangle me and I attempt to pull off his rubber halloween mask. I actually do that, and I finally see his face. I remember the last words being, as he jerked me around, "I can see his face!", then I wake up. It's a lot scarier than what it sounds. Just being in the dream, thinking it's real, running from a horror characters, heart pounding...
I still remember that dream after all these years, and it always comes fresh in my head every October. The thing that gets me the most is when I had that dream, it had been a long while of when I watched those Halloween movies, so it beats me why I even h ad that dream.
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