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☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
49th
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!
"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!
46th
title: backstage pass
writer: anonymous
rating: absolutely not safe for work!
( it could have resembled something like melted chocolate )
Link!
writer: anonymous
rating: absolutely not safe for work!
( it could have resembled something like melted chocolate )
Link!
40th
VOICE
I'm running a little late. Can someone back a guy up and--
[Fuuuuuaurughrbkagrhguh. Somebody just hugged him and it huuuuurts. There's a son of a bitch and oh mah gawd and the sound of a heavy fist colliding with a face (not his, thanks). Commotion in front of the hospital get. Huff puff.]
I'm gonna--I'm out.
[ooc: Backdated to around 10am this morning please!]
I'm running a little late. Can someone back a guy up and--
[Fuuuuuaurughrbkagrhguh. Somebody just hugged him and it huuuuurts. There's a son of a bitch and oh mah gawd and the sound of a heavy fist colliding with a face (not his, thanks). Commotion in front of the hospital get. Huff puff.]
I'm gonna--I'm out.
[ooc: Backdated to around 10am this morning please!]
38th
VIDEO
It's the end of the line for you, buddy.
[THIS HAPPENS. BUT WITHOUT A VOICEOVER. And the hands doing the dropping are lady hands.
Followed by:
(1) orange "Holyyyy shiiiiiiit."
(1) ariadne "Let's do it again."]
It's the end of the line for you, buddy.
[THIS HAPPENS. BUT WITHOUT A VOICEOVER. And the hands doing the dropping are lady hands.
Followed by:
(1) orange "Holyyyy shiiiiiiit."
(1) ariadne "Let's do it again."]
37th
So a couple decided to spend the weekend driving up from LA to San Jose. Along the way their car runs out of gas, real smart huh? The husband, he leaves the wife in the car to go find a pump. About a half hour later, the guy comes back with a gallon of gasoline but inside their car, the wife is dead. She's sitting in the passenger seat with a big old hunting knife sticking out of her chest. All the doors are still locked, the windows are up, none of them are broken. The car doesn't have a scratch, it looks the same exact way it was when he left it. How did the murderer kill the wife?
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31st
Action!
[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]
[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]