You're a Mean One How often has the family sat down, children, singing along, to watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", oblivious to the sinister subtext worming its way into our childhood psyches?You're a Mean One
At first, the narrator makes excuses for the Grinch's evil state of being. He claims that it might have been his shoe size or the size of some internal organ having nothing to do with the thought. As he delivers one of these lines, the Grinch performs a rather familiar trick. He rotates his head three hundred and sixty degrees. This motion has also been observed in the movie "The Exorcist" with a person possess
ReservationsIt is night. Young Mike lies in a deep sleep, unaware of the horror that was entering his room. The window creaked open, as a thick mist poured in. It slowly took shape. The form of a man. His hair pitch black, his eyes glowing red, he advanced upon the slumbering figure beneath the sheets. He leaned over the bed, poised to sink his fangs into the veins pulsing with life. As Mike slowly gained consciousness, he caught sight of fangs glinting in the moonlight. His eyes shot open and he opened his mouth to scream. As he did, the closet door creaked. The Count stopped. He picked up a bat from mike’s floor and slowly stalked towards the closReservations
If You Give A Hobbit A RingIf you give a hobbit a ringIf You Give A Hobbit A Ring
If you give a hobbit a ring, he’ll use it for his own selfish purposes
And if he uses it for his own selfish purposes, He’ll use it more
And if he uses it more, he’ll be banished.
And if he’s banished, he’ll hide in a cave.
And if he hides in a cave, he’ll develop split personalities, a weird way of talking, and very pale skin.
and if he develops split personalities, a weird way of talking, and a very pale skin, he’ll only care about the ring, calling it his “precious”.
and if he
ThrillerI woke up to a zombie drooling on my face, which, on the whole, is not a good way to start the day. Normally, I'm not a morning person, but the undead have the same affect on me as a cattle prod does. I go from zero to sixty faster than a Mercedes. Before I really knew what I was really doing, I had rolled off the bed and grabbed my sixteen inch meat cleaver from under my pillow. The zombie drooled at me. He was one of the less fleshy versions I'd seen lately; meaning he was mostly bone with some thick chunks of flesh and a few organs moving things around. He was also coveredThriller
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Trust No One.
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I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
- Douglas Adams
~ILoveEarth Chapter One is done! Go check it out! Aliens and Happy Emo goodness~!
My father never got ME a jetpack either.
*Sniff*
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Trust No One.
I would say "I understand" but I really don't, life having been relatively good to me so far.
My first profile comment! Woohoo!
Once again sorry for the snappyness, life hates me right now -.-
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Trust No One.
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