Monday, October 10, 2005

Excuse me, I just shat myself

Imagine this: You are at home alone, it's almost midnight and you are packing your dusty books from your dusty cabinets into crates. Suddenly, super-creepy voice says "Hey! No running in the hallway!".

Freddy Krueger in my closet

Then you remember the long-forgotten light-activated talking figurine of Freddy Krueger you got for your birthday many, many years ago and stashed it behind the books without taking out the batteries.

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