When I was nearly 16, a high school history prof gave me his deceased wife's 1949 Oldsmobile 88, in prime condition... He said it was her most prized possession, and she really took care of it... Every time he touched it or drove it, he said it felt like she was in the car, touching him... and when he left the car it would feel like she died all over again... He wanted to give the car to someone who would respect it like a lady... He sold it to me for a dollar... I washed it three times in a week, and vacuumed it three times in two weeks... Thursday evening I spent five hours with a candle and flashlight, and sharp tweezers, picking the dust off the immaculate royal blue velvet interior, till I couldn't find a single piece of dust... then lay back in the driver's seat exhausted, at 10:15 PM... A few minutes passed... I was drifting off to sleep, when I felt movement at my sides along my ribs, just under my arms... and glanced down side to side, to see two petite female arms slowly moving forward, and circling my chest in a tight hug... I held down my peak and freak, and relaxed into the loving embrace, and fell asleep in it... It was more love than all I had felt in my whole life... What the heck was it?... I want to get me a ghost for my pickup truck... Got any ideas how to pull this off?
Was that someone dishing-out a little penile erective fire...? I've seen 'em all... It seems there aren't any professional people who have the first clues about real ghosts... this whole Species seems to be off in a tangent "reality", that can't fathom anything but what we've been taught in schools, and saw on teevee.. pesented to us by the Numbs... in a strong format, designed to keep us deaf, numb, and blind... "under your precious one-god"... It is feasable that the lady loved her car so much, that when she died, she somehow transferred her cosmic remnants into her car... But I can't figure how a car seat back could sprout tiny lady arms... and, How much of her must be in that car, for her to know to do that...? and to actually do it...? You had to be there... It really happened... So I went to the bootlegger, and bought a bottle of wine... and hid it in the car... along with pillow and blanket, condoms, glasses, tissues, and music... Saturday at midnight, I was going to make love with my girlfriend, in the car, and invite the ghost to join us...
Far from "idiot" here, sweetie-pie... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sorcery/ Who knows what they've got on their hands...? Most don't have a clue about germs... They hold out their "shaking-hand"... and I just tell 'em, that I use my right hand to wipe my ass"...
Looks like I activated this forum's nocturnal entrance-predators (large spiders).... always primed and ready to attack innocents, in feeding frenzie, who dare enter their funnel webs... Makes me wonder how many other folks you pests have biten chunks out of... in this and other forums.. Jokes that are intended to Sting, are Not jokes... that's just plain and simple Mindless Bullying, in response to unresolved bad childhoods, in combo with sick christian attitudes, and mental dis-ease... There are better methods to get your rocks off... try your hands, or each others mouths and rectums... or liver, or rubber things..
dude it was a joke, if you cant take a joke then take your plus six warlock staff and shove it up your level 25 sorcerer ass
