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Discussion in 'Mayberry Lounge' started by Lights Out 101, Nov 14, 2017 at 2:11 AM.
What's that make you? Missing quotas each month? Goddamn you, Weinberg. GET BACK TO WORK.
I'm with you. Aliens and predators or giant snakes... Meh. Paranormal demons, however, which want to stare into your eyes from.inches away AMD then drag your soul into some sort of unimaginable hell... I'm leaping out the window.
So basically we are talking Freddie Kreuger's son.
Well, you have to look beyond what we have evidence for to discover new stuff.. but one must apply the scientific method to make their new discovery valid. The best scientists have imaginations.. but yea, I agree that belief is an overly strong position to take on anything
Who is in your AV?
A friend stayed at a hotel room n nanjing. The shower turned on by itself at night. And off.
He looks small. I’d toss it out the window.
How did he capture this demon dream child? With his dream Cam?
i read about it and thought it sounded creepy but the pictures look kinda fake. i don't know.
i'd fucking punt it for a field goal if i saw that shit IRL.
I almost died at the hands (hoofs?) of a goat. There was a huge rock quarry with some goats running loose. We used to hike around out there with our dogs. There was one goat that was particularly mean. I watched him knock another goat down a huge bluff, bounced around some rocks and was dead by the time it hit the water. We would occasionally jump into the water very near where the alpha goat slew his brethren. We had already jumped twice this day and we were watching the water for cottonmouths and relaxing before jumping again (long climb back up). This ugly bastard comes storming out looking to send me crashing to my death. I lowered my center of gravity, grabbed his horns and went to toss him over. He had much better balance than I expected, and he was certainly more familiar with the terrain (home field advantage). And as it turns out... the horns arent the best leverage point to lift a big goat. I slid in loose dirt and pebbles and almost went over myself. My dog came leaping out of the brush like a brindled guardian angel (while my buddy sat in the dirt laughing hysterically) and latched on to the fuckers leg. Drug him back far enough to give me room to shrimp out. I made the decision to kill the goat to prevent anything like that happening again, as it was becoming more frequented area.
Joe, you said no more interviewing concussed fighters. You said! And that includes your disembodied hand there!
Lol people are ridiculous. Not one person has ever been killed or hurt by a ghost. You're not going to find a death certificate that says "dragged into hell by demon baby" or a hospital patient with cause of injury "ghost attack".
People like to tell scary stories to make their pathetic lives more exciting. The real world is boring and there's nothing paranormal in the world. Ghosts, chupacabre, Bigfoot, alien abductions, demons, hauntings, et cetera. That shit is all nothing but bullshit. If you believe it, you either want excitement or you can't use critical thinking skills.
That is my wife sir! Don't be looking at her!