ate people. I thought the bloody...
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ate people. I thought the bloody...
world was coming to an end! Lady Werewolves and a bloodthirty Moon! What next, a flock of Harpies? Dang, I sould have kept my big mouth shut! Fortunately, no one knew yet that fastidious Eddy was actaully a Vampire. A Dragon was out there...
Eating peace sign waving hippies. They wished that there voices would be heard, but in the end all that was heard was...
a faint echo of a song..."all we are saying, is give peace a chance"
Eddy looked around him, somewhat distraught. Here it was daytime, no peaceloving do-gooder hippie types to feed on and him without his 450 spf sunblock. "Uh oh" said Eddy...
...noting that an egg was sizzling on the sidewalk. "It looks like someone in the basement apartment has forgotten to turn off..."
...their radio. Is that a Lawrence Welk song? Or maybe it is Bon Jovi..."
Suddenly torn from his music related reverie, our hero...
looked up to find a well-aimed tomato smearing his glasses, "oh, for those miniature glasses-wipers I wanted to invent," he lamented.
In good times, coffee and .............
...amaretto make a sweet after dinner drink.
Hurricane Ernesto has decided to....
...hurricaneo in earnest.
If you read this thread from the beginning to the end...
you'll give a curtsy to Scher for starting it.
Elbows back, feet apart, knees together.......
what a ridiculous position to stand in, but hey, when you play golf you dress funny anyway, so you might as well go for it all! Eddy stared down at the golfers as he flew by, the hurricane rain having blotted out the sun and allowing him to shape shift into a bat. "Dweebs!" He muttered. "All that for a ...
...werewolf pack, a nail buffing and a sidewalk fried egg. And look, what is that up ahead? Is that a..."
... a bird? Oh yes. Oh no, plop.
One, two, three, four; who the hell...
...shut the door!" Setting off into the sunset, our hero (whoever he is by now, I forget) hummed a sad sweet song from the days when he wore a younger man's clothes. Why was he wearing that? Well, let me tell you a story...
Once upon a midnight in a far-off time, if you could call the tedious passing of the lonely hours in a heartless 3 by 6 prison cell time, a nameless prisoner stared through the bars across the window at the moon and gave a listless sigh. A deep longing was in his soul ...