I’m not particularly superstitious, but this being Friday the 13th and all, I figure locking up the chainsaw and painting happy faces on all the hockey masks doesn’t really hurt anything.
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Well I for one plan on taking a trip up to Estes Park in a little secluded cabin by the lake. After which the wife and I will skinny dip and laugh like teenagers as we chase each other around the cabin. We will promptly investigate all strange noises dressed only in a towel.
I better go run this by my wife…
Shhhhhh – (….The wild blowing snows in the east are NOT an accident, and even more frightening, the Grindel is warmly throbbing…. pass it on)…..Shhhhhh
Dude, I would leave off the happy faces on the hockey masks. That would be even more freaky than the masks themselves.
Yeah, but at least I’d feel like I was being slaughtered by the ‘70s. Which would be poetic justice, somehow.
That I could live with. However briefly.
To be on the safe side, I’m going to refuse to have sex with my husband this evening. That’s just inviting trouble.
I’m sure he’ll understand.
Funny thing, this Friday the 13th mystique. Not less than 2 hours ago my company let 10 sales people go after serving an average of 10 years apiece. This saving the company an estimated 1.2 million in payroll, I guess I should hold my breath…Or go golfing……
Carin,
It’s ok for you to have sex with your husband, if it’s just the 2 of you at home. If you’re at a party and decide to wander off and have sex, however, you’re just asking to get the poor guy killed right then.
You’ll survive but be forced to run around in your underwear (or in just a t-shirt with no underwear) for the rest of the night before being decapitated.
Also, don’t forget that you and the rest of the party goers will forget about power in numbers and will individually check out strange noises after discovering there’s a psycho in the house.
When is daddy coming home??? I miss daddy.
Ow! My gob!
Your toolshed is the gulag of our time.
I suppose in an update you’ll tell us that all those “happy faces” are just fraternity pranks.
Worst! Veiled chicken-torturer endorsement of the vast network of reichwing glowstick-assrape death camps! Ever!
I agree with Ards. I don’ think there’s a thing you can do to make hockey masks less menacing since Anthony Hopkins. Burn ‘em, maybe.
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That’s just vile. Recycle them, Jeff.
Or drive stakes in a circle around your new place and hang them there, with one facing outward.
I don’t know Scotch – I have this eerie feeling that just as we’re starting to get busy, suddenly a hatchet will appear out of nowhere. Splat. Right though my forehead.
No, it’s better that I just take a nice, long hot shower. My husband it going to go up on the hill to visit with his mom for a bit. Funny, I’ve never met her, but she sounds nice.
Carin: Does she shriek at him and berate him and call him ‘Norman’ as lightening flashes across the evening sky?
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Ok yeah whatever hockey whatever with smiley faces. Great. Now make these guest poster people go away and sit down for awhile and be brilliant ok por favor?
tblMark–
You leave La Shawn alone. She’s mine.
It’s a double 13, since 10/13/2006 = 1+0+1+3+2+0+0+6 = 13. This hasn’t happened since the 1500s.
Your chainsaw doesn’t already have a lock on it? What kind of homeowner do you think you are?
And is every Turing word followed with 13 today, or is it just a happy coincidence?
I got over16, which unless Pittsburgh, Denver, or Baltimore is playing one another is probably a good bet.
Well, I passed my comprehensive exam orals today, so that double 13 must cancel each other out.
TW” best25, no 13, unless I thin 13+13=1…
Wait… it’s October?
I believe the best defense is a strong offense…I’m keeping my chainsaw close all day!
The plan is to cut smilely faces into any hockey masks that show up.
DC;
That wry smile………agh I’m such a pervert………
You may not be superstitious but you are a little creepy. I just installed a new chain on one chain saw and worked on the chain oiler on another. Man i’ve got them ready for freddie. Shined, slicked and ready….Hope the neighbors didn’t see what I was doing, they’ll shoot me if I go outside. Ain’t running no fire calls tonight.
Scrapiron – it’s Jason you need to worry about. Freddy works when you’re asleep, so chainsaws won’t work against him.
Look, if it’s about that time I puked green slime and masturbated with a crucifix, it was my first keg party, Bobby!