“<3”

Level 9

Since: Jun 10

Black Rock City, NV

#13588 Oct 30, 2013
Chris - PSL wrote:
<quoted text>Nope! Didn't hear a thing.(fingers in my ears...la la la la) lol
Apparently he's out buying a handcuff key...look, one post and

“For F***'s Sake”

Level 1

Since: Aug 13

Tanner Flats

#13589 Oct 30, 2013
-Persephone- wrote:
<quoted text>Nice! Can I put you in handcuffs?
*oops did I say that outloud?
Maybe ;-)

“For F***'s Sake”

Level 1

Since: Aug 13

Tanner Flats

#13590 Oct 30, 2013
Naturally Wired wrote:
This past week in Montreal, they arrested a 71 yr old Iranian immigrant trying to board a plane with explosive materials in his luggage. He's lived in Canada for yrs but apparently never obtained citizenship and also not his first time having a run in with the law.
But maybe he is Johnny Knoxville in Bad Grandpa?
Jokes aside, the persian unibrow grandpa needs to be deported.
When they decide to ram immigration reform down our throats, he'll end up moving to the States.

“ON TRAIL W / DONKEY!”

Level 5

Since: Oct 08

I HAVE BAD JOCK ITCH!

#13592 Oct 31, 2013
He never paid much attention to the neighbors living on his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors.

He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place. In that moment, a terrible lust woke in his heart - not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves.

He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments. And he won her heart. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery - without her golden hand. It had been so easy. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease. No one - not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors - suspected murder. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow.

It was a dark night. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife. She was missing one arm. "Where is my golden hand?" she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire. "Give me my golden hand!"

He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask. "You stole my life and you stole my hand. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water.

He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath. The world went black.

The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master's morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat.

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13593 Oct 31, 2013
Chris - PSL wrote:
<quoted text>Yes sir I was! You can find me every single night at Dunkin Donuts around 7 pm. I know I'm getting old.. when I was in my twenties I was a regular in a bar, and now I'm a regular at Dunkin.
:(
You walk in and everyone says "guess what day it is, guess what day it IS?"

Dunking day!

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13594 Oct 31, 2013
USA_1 wrote:
<quoted text>When they decide to ram immigration reform down our throats, he'll end up moving to the States.
And they will at some point.

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13595 Oct 31, 2013
Chris - PSL wrote:
<quoted text>Nope! Didn't hear a thing.(fingers in my ears...la la la la) lol
lol

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Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13596 Oct 31, 2013
Chris - PSL wrote:
<quoted text>Nope! Didn't hear a thing.(fingers in my ears...la la la la) lol
Can't believe you gave yourself a wet willy!

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13597 Oct 31, 2013
Naturally Wired wrote:
This past week in Montreal, they arrested a 71 yr old Iranian immigrant trying to board a plane with explosive materials in his luggage. He's lived in Canada for yrs but apparently never obtained citizenship and also not his first time having a run in with the law.
But maybe he is Johnny Knoxville in Bad Grandpa?
Jokes aside, the persian unibrow grandpa needs to be deported.
That's why we need to build a one wy bride into Mexico and send people like that.

“<3”

Level 9

Since: Jun 10

Black Rock City, NV

#13598 Oct 31, 2013
USA_1 wrote:
<quoted text>Maybe ;-)
LOL. But what about the twins...from the Ren Faire...they're waiting...

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13599 Oct 31, 2013
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>That's why we need to build a one wy bride into Mexico and send people like that.
Should've said "One Way Bridge" lol

“<3”

Level 9

Since: Jun 10

Black Rock City, NV

#13601 Oct 31, 2013
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>Should've said "One Way Bridge" lol
I liked your description better.
:D

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#13602 Oct 31, 2013
Voyeur wrote:
He never paid much attention to the neighbors living on his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors.
He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place. In that moment, a terrible lust woke in his heart - not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves.
He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments. And he won her heart. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery - without her golden hand. It had been so easy. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease. No one - not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors - suspected murder. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow.
It was a dark night. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife. She was missing one arm. "Where is my golden hand?" she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire. "Give me my golden hand!"
He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask. "You stole my life and you stole my hand. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water.
He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath. The world went black.
The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master's morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat.
THAT was Creepy Halloween Story..So Cool!!

Level 9

Since: Sep 11

KENTUCKY

#13603 Oct 31, 2013
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>lol
Sounds like a pro! lol
can I just call you guys Cat and Burglar?! lol
It doesnt matter what you call us Ricky, just as long as you call us...

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Since: Jun 10

Location hidden

#13604 Nov 1, 2013
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>Hey Sue! How you feeling?
Hey Ricky! Hello wonderful neighbors.

“Incorrupta fides, nudaque veri”

Level 9

Since: May 07

Vincit qui se vincit

#13605 Nov 1, 2013
GANNY wrote:
<quoted text>
It doesnt matter what you call us Ricky, just as long as you call us...
Can't pay my cell phone bill (Sue) so I have to post here lol.

Level 9

Since: Jun 10

Location hidden

#13606 Nov 1, 2013
Ricky F wrote:
<quoted text>Can't pay my cell phone bill (Sue) so I have to post here lol.
No worries, I'll let you borrow this phone. It's one I found in your office.

“<3”

Level 9

Since: Jun 10

Black Rock City, NV

#13607 Nov 1, 2013
Has everyone heard about the new application? Its called the Ricky's talking Wallet application for our cell phones. Its linked directly to rickys wallet and his accounts. It will make suggestions to you When you feel like shopping. Of course he has no access to it... he doesn't have a phone anymore... that's just the way he wants it. Does he love it when we spend his money? Yes he does, and the app tells us so. Oh come on ladies, let's go shopping!
Thank You Ricky's wallet!

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Since: Nov 10

Location hidden

#13608 Nov 2, 2013
Hello everyone!!!!((HUGS))
Is there anyone out there???

“For F***'s Sake”

Level 1

Since: Aug 13

Tanner Flats

#13609 Nov 2, 2013
Figarooo wrote:
Hello everyone!!!!((HUGS))
Is there anyone out there???
Just me.

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