Nov. 7th, 2012

49th

Nov. 7th, 2012 10:40 pm
orangetoughguy: (the storyteller)
So these two guys are walking home from a party on Halloween night, just for laughs they decide to take a shortcut through a cemetery. About midway through they hear a tap-tap-tap coming from the fucking dark. Tap-tap-tap chink. Tap-tap-tap. They're tough guys, they wave it off, but you know they think they gotta walk a little faster. Well they walk faster but the tapping gets louder. Now these guys are ready to piss their pants, they're holding on to each other for fucking life. Finally they come across an old groundskeeper with a hammer and chisel chipping away at one of the headstones.

"Holy shit, man," one of them says after catching his breath, "you scared us half to death." The other one says, "we thought you were a ghost! What the fuck are you doing working so goddamn late?"

The groundskeeper growls, "those sons of bitches spelled my name wrong!"

Link!
Don't go to bed with no price on your head. No no. Don't do it. Don't do the crime if you can't do the time. Yeah. Don't do it.

Keep your eye on the sparrow, when the going gets narrow.

Don't do it. Where can I go where the cold winds don't blow?

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