I went to read this thread when it was on it’s first page, but i forgot :lol: Now it’s on f*cking 179 pages… Didn’t even know my forum 3 oldies could talk so much :P
Late last Saturday night; a young chap was walking home from a club.
It was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and freezing.
Most of the streetlights in the area were broken, and the silence was only
broken by the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through a dustbin.
Then suddenly he heard a strange noise…….
BUMP……..
BUMP……..
BUMP……..
Startled by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through the driving
rain, he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road.
BUMP……..
BUMP……..
BUMP……..
He froze to the spot, he couldn’ t believe his eyes, as the box approached
from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more clearly….It was
a coffin.
Not wanting anything to do with this, he put his head down and started
walking briskly home.
BUMP……..
BUMP……..
BUMP……..
He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking faster………
BUMP……..BUMP……
BUMP……..BUMP..
BUMP……..BUMP……
The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to jog, but he heard
the coffin speed up after him……
BUMP……..BUMP…BUMP…
BUMP……..BUMP…BUMP…
BUMP……..BUMP…BUMP…
He started to sprint, but so did the coffin
…….
BUMP…BUMP…BUMP…BUMP.
BUMP…BUMP…BUMP…BUMP…..
BUMP…BUMP…BUMP…BUMP.
Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the coffin was only
seconds behind. Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out
his keys, His hand trembling, he managed to open the lock, he dived inside
slamming the front door behind him. He shot into his front room, and
slumped into his comfy chair.
Suddenly there was a loud crash, as the coffin smashed its way through the
front door. The force of the impact broke the lock off the
coffin allowing the lid to swing freely on its rusty hinges as it continued
its chase…..
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs could take
him he bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door……..
BUMP…SCREECH…HOP..BUMP…SCREECH…HOP…
BUMP…SCREECH…HOP…BUMP…SCREECH…HOP…
BUMP…SCREECH…HOP…BUMP…SCREECH…HOP…
The coffin again gave chase up the stairs, across the landing and launched
itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the
bathroom door flew off its hinges…..The coffin stood in the doorway, then
started to approach
the young terrified lad.
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP. SCREECH…
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached for his bathroom
cabinet……
He grabbed a bar of Ivory Soap and threw it at the
coffin…….still it came……..
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
He grabbed his can of Arrid Extra Dry deodorant and threw it …..still
it came……
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP. SCREECH…
He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ……still it came……
BUMP…SCREECH…BUMP…SCREECH…
He grabbed some Benedryn cough mixture and threw it……..
At the risk of sounding argumentative Veronica, I can’t see anything on this thread that leads you to the conclusions you seem to have drawn.
Maybe I am butting in into a private vendetta …. In which case I apologise. As far as I am concerned, Owen is a great guy …. More helpful and more respecful than most … But that’s my opinion. At the end of the day, you reap what you sow.
oooooooo can we take this to forum 3, can we can we can we???
Shouts on Pats!!!
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Lucky ….. Two words for you …. and the second is off! :lol: :wink: