+1, with minor change as noted...
That was the idea,but had to make a pun off his title.
I still haven't read past the title.
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Be afraid be very afraid......
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That was the idea,but had to make a pun off his title.
I still haven't read past the title.
That was actually brilliant. A giant scary paragraph, filled with false hopes for a dramatic ending. I wish I could say that was a massive waste of time deciphering that, but I actually find it genius.
Side note: Part of me hopes its a nice bass, the other part hopes you get a bag of custom picks with Justin Bieber's head imprinted on them.
Side note: Part of me hopes its a nice bass, the other part hopes you get a bag of custom picks with Justin Bieber's head imprinted on them.
I've heard of Ouija boards, but never a weegee board before. That would be the tip off for me.
Beat me to it, Danomite.
I believe the Weegee board is board of individuals notorious for its vote to support of attacks on unsuspecting young individuals of slight stature. Afterwards they find themselves with their tightie whities wedged in their cracks and perhaps even a torn waist band.
Oh, wait. I think that is the Wedgie board?
Homaigawd!!! A Glaswegian (commonly weegie but can be known as weegee) board O_O you're in trouble!!!
*waits for your transformation into a burberry wearing, buckie swilling, ned who likes to give Glasgow kisses*
No offence to any Glaswegians intended.
*waits for your transformation into a burberry wearing, buckie swilling, ned who likes to give Glasgow kisses*
No offence to any Glaswegians intended.
This kinda brings me to mind something like Carrie and Gremlins swirled together with twilight and scary movie
Engine207
Losing faith in humanity...one call at a time.
Feel free to mix in a return or two in future posts. The only thing that would have made that block of text less readable would have been all caps... 
Thanks, that was fun.The story I’m about to tell you is a story of great evil and as I hold the deepest of regret, it has now become the story of my life. Also I’m afraid, it may very well soon be the story of my demise. It all started back in June of 2006 I believe it was the 6th of the month. I would guess it started off like just about any other day, coffee in the morning, a breakfast of pancakes with juice and then off to work at the old [DEL]acme[/DEL] Acme robot factory. When it came time for lunch, I decided to go out to a little bistro that I had [DEL]herd[/DEL] heard about. I remember it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and all was well. Well, at least until I was on my way back. [DEL]As[/DEL] That was when I ran into an old friend from college, John Killjoy. John was always a great guy and graduated at the top of our class at the College for Robotic Science. Yet today he wasn’t looking so good. In fact, he looked pretty near death. I asked him how he had been and [DEL]all’s[/DEL] all he could say was that he had been working a lot on a new robotic project. So naturally I asked what it was all about only to be told that it was classified and if I where to have anything to do with it, I would have to be sworn in. "Sworn in?" I asked, "What? Like some sort of secret government thing?" "No", he said, "It is above all that." To which I replied, Well what then?" That's when [DEL]To which[/DEL] it all began. He said that I could come with him, that I could be sworn in, and that he would pick me up in six days. So we exchanged numbers and went on our separate ways. It was six days, six hours, and six minuets later. I was walking home from a local [DEL]s&m[/DEL] S&M party. I was wondering why he hadn’t called and just then a old beat up van swerved in front of me and parked on the side walk. The thing nearly killed me. Then my phone rang on the line was a deep and mysterious sounding voice. I didn’t know what to think. Was this the call I had been waiting for? Then the guy told me that I needed to buy a new warrant[DEL]ee[/DEL] y for my car. Darn! It wasn’t him. So then I preceded to walk home only to find when I got there my old friend John and a tall man wearing a white suit. They said it was time and lead me inside my home. Once inside, I found my livingroom to be cold and damp. The walls [DEL]where[/DEL] were stone and splattered with what appeared to be human blood--just as I had left it that morning. Then I saw it. It appeared to be some sort of [DEL]weegee[/DEL] ouija board. But unlike a normal [DEL]weegee[/DEL] ouija board. This one was made of wood. It was quite nice actually. "A [DEL]weegee[/DEL] ouija board?" I asked. "What does that have to do with robotics?" To which the man in white with a stark grin replied, "Oh, ha you’ll see." That was followed by an evil laugh and my friend telling me to come and sit at the board. We sat there as the man in white spoke only his words where indiscernible. It seemed as if he was speaking in reverse. Then before any of us could touch the game piece it began to move. It said, Behold, for you are the chosen one. Chosen by the gods of Lucifer, Rico Suave, and Geraldo Rivera." Then after several long, excruciatingly painful hours of it talking about the latest celebrity news. It then said that on Halloween of 2010-- two years before the end--that I was to receive my initiation. Then it stopped and the man [DEL]as well as [/DEL] and my friend left with out a word.
I always felt quite confused about all of it and at the same time wondered what could it possibly be that will come on Halloween of this year. Well folks, it looks like the time is nearly here. I gotta say I am afraid, in fact, I’m very afraid and for some reason I have a sneaking suspicion that this is all some how related to the coming of a new bass guitar. Stay tuned to find out...If you dare.
Cool story idea, btw. Ignore all the lazy, rude people who won't read it. They probably don't read much anyway.
That's wenge not weegee (fret)board.
Only more disturbing than the story is the fact that I read it!
Only more disturbing than the story is the fact that I read it!
