What Gives You The Creeps . . .

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arista

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here ya go. Deej. :nerd:
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Very nice!! I dread sandal season, due to the plethora of nasty piggies.
 

ghost19

"Have I run too far to get home?"
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List of Reasons for Admission to An Insane Asylum from the Late 1800s​

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Exposure and Quackery? If you expose yourself to ducks, the ducks are going to quack. It's just how they roll. Let's leave the poor ducks out of this...geezzzz......

Gunshot wound? No need for the hospital. Straight to the loony bin I say!

Hysteria? 'Bout time fans of that damn Def Leppard album were dealt with accordingly.

Bad Whiskey? I should OWN an asylum in that case.

Bad Company?....Till the day I die...till the day I die...come on GNT, sing it with me!

Feebleness of Intellect? I'm screwed.

Laziness? See above.

Novel Reading? Everyone at the SKMB board may board the bus to the asylum thru gate 3.

Kicked in the head by horse? Add a line about drinking whiskey and Garth Brooks will cut a #1 hit country song.

Over taxing mental powers? All you X-Men mutants out there are finally going to be exposed.

Parents were cousins? Obviously added with my home state in mind.

Tobacco and masturbation? At the same time? That's just pure talent.

Fighting fire? Finally, a place where all the fireman can get together and gripe about how they are underpaid.

I'll see myself out.....
 

days be strange

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''Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?


No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?


Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that's seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?


Well, have you?


Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:


Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?''
 

Dana Jean

Dirty Pirate Hooker, The Return
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''Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?

No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?

Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that's seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?

Well, have you?

Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:

Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?''
I walk into rooms all the time and wonder why the h*ll I'm there. I have to go back and do re-enactments of my walking in the room. Good lord. Does menopause brain fog EVER go away?