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Trevor's undies: they're dirty, stinky and smelly.
And we can't clean them! :buggedout:
"Let's stay home and watch television tonight," he said. And on every channel was a Paulie Shore movie.
"When can I eat cheeseburgers again?" the heart patient asked his doctor.
"Never!" was the reply. :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout:
The Grim Reaper stared aghast at his visitor.
"Hello," he said. "I'm with the I.R.S."
Quote from: alandhopewell on March 11, 2014, 10:58:30 AM
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Numbers 7, 9, 10, 11, 15 and 18: new udnies please. :buggedout:
You see: I even spelled undies wrong because I'm so scared. :wink:
Good stuff.
When they let me out of jail I butchered so many innocent people they had to send me straight back. This is my second sentence.
"I couldn't stand to keep seeing them crawling from under my bed every night," the murderer of children told the doctor in the psych ward's infirmary. "So I dug out my eyes with a spoon handle."
I heard the creak of the door and a gentle scuffling along the floor. My eyes still closed, I heard the rasping whisper "Shhh, go back to sleep."
Billed as the shortest horror story ever, this one was supposedly written by someone named Frank Brown back in the mid-twentieth century:
The last man on earth sat alone in his house. The phone rang.
Quote from: ER on March 13, 2014, 12:01:23 PM
Billed as the shortest horror story ever, this one was supposedly written by someone named Frank Brown back in the mid-twentieth century:
The last man on earth sat alone in his house. The phone rang.
That was the late Frederic Brown, who wrote wonderful science fiction, much of which was quite short.
As I got out of bed, the full moon illuminated my room. When I turned around, I saw I was still lying there.
With a scream, I pushed away the rotting thing in front of me. My fingers touched a mirror.
My girlfriend is no longer a size six. Since I strangled her and put her in the basement, she's been bustin' out all over.
Quote from: alandhopewell on March 13, 2014, 02:04:57 PM
As I got out of bed, the full moon illuminated my room. When I turned around, I saw I was still lying there.
With a scream, I pushed away the rotting thing in front of me. My fingers touched a mirror.
My girlfriend is no longer a size six. Since I strangled her and put her in the basement, she's been bustin' out all over.
Good Lord, man, you're warped! And brilliant!
Twelve miles from home, two toddlers in the back seat. With horror she realizes she left the diaper bag oN tHe kItChEn CoUnTeR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Sorry if this one is too scary for those able to appreciate the true horror of the scenario.)
Quote from: alandhopewell on March 13, 2014, 12:31:03 PM
Quote from: ER on March 13, 2014, 12:01:23 PM
Billed as the shortest horror story ever, this one was supposedly written by someone named Frank Brown back in the mid-twentieth century:
The last man on earth sat alone in his house. The phone rang.
That was the late Frederic Brown, who wrote wonderful science fiction, much of which was quite short.
It's misquoted, but that's the first story that immediately came to my mind when I read the title. I have a huge collection of Fredric Brown's stories in a volume called "From These Ashes."
Quote from: Andrew on March 14, 2014, 11:28:02 AM
Quote from: alandhopewell on March 13, 2014, 12:31:03 PM
Quote from: ER on March 13, 2014, 12:01:23 PM
Billed as the shortest horror story ever, this one was supposedly written by someone named Frank Brown back in the mid-twentieth century:
The last man on earth sat alone in his house. The phone rang.
That was the late Frederic Brown, who wrote wonderful science fiction, much of which was quite short.
It's misquoted, but that's the first story that immediately came to my mind when I read the title. I have a huge collection of Fredric Brown's stories in a volume called "From These Ashes."
I used to have a copy of ANGELS AND SPACESHIPS, which had a lot of his short stories ; my favorite is "The Last Question".
As I awoke and my vision cleared, I discovered I was bound, naked, in a strange room. Before me stood Anne Ramsey, Bea Arthur, and Dennis Rodman, all nude, a look of undisguised lust in each of their eyes.
Quote from: Derf on March 19, 2014, 07:19:20 AM
As I awoke and my vision cleared, I discovered I was bound, naked, in a strange room. Before me stood Anne Ramsey, Bea Arthur, and Dennis Rodman, all nude, a look of undisguised lust in each of their eyes.
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You forgot him....
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