Man, you are so lucky. You have no idea. I, personaly, think I am just crazy. See, I see ghosts all the time. I guess I get it from my brother. Ever sence a child he claimed he saw them. He never want to sleep alone. I thought he was just crazy. But now I see them. Hvae been for, I don't know, maybe 2 years. He isn't all that use to it yet, so you can believe I'm totally scared. I forgive my brother everyday I see him for calling him crazy. Now, I do NEVER try to talk to them. I'm to afraid they'll talk back. If they do, maybe they really are there and I'm not just crazy. I hate to say this but it's true, I feel so stupid thinking that I really see ghost, but I do. I HATE it so much. Thats why I to Church. Sometimes I end of crying. Sometimes I just wear tape over my eyes so I can't see them. But it just makes it worst. Sounds. Like stuff moving around. Wispers. I prey every night for it to stop but the next day I always wake up to see someone standing across the room. And it's not easy because I live alone. All alone here. Thats why I always go over to my brothers when I get a chance. Be lucky you just had one sighting. I have hundreds. Great, now I'm all scared again. Bye, I'm gonna go to a friends. Or just go stay at a bar. By the way do feel bad for calling my qysco. I still say I am. I can't believe what I see. I never will. I'm the kind of guy who wants proof. Real proof. Seeing isn't believing for me. I'm just crazy right? Theres no ghost there. Just my crazy brain pulling tricks. If its true then my mind is Stingy Jack. The master of tricks.
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It's always funny until someone gets hurt...
...and then it's absolutely friggin' hysterical!
I didn't lose my mind. I sold it on E-Bay.
Playboy magazine announced that they are going to support the troops by sending them emails from Playboy playmates. After hearing this the U.S. troops said 'Just our luck, we get emails from playmates, but we're embedded with Geraldo.'
George W. Bush "Lips": [after crashing his bicycle] That bicycle hates freedom.
-Song by me, Mr. Nash-
I believe I want some Micky D Fries.
Make them super-sixed.
I dream about'em every night and day.
Just dip'em in ketchup and eat away.
I see me runnin' through that open door.
Eating all the fries I can endure
Mmm... I love to eat those fries....
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