ShagmoorLounge

December 16, 2005

Some joker signed me up as an interested party for a paranormal research group. Joke's on them. I'm up for it. I'll go into people's houses and debunk all that shit for them. I was looking into that bullshit when after the chicks freaked out last summer. It's bullshit. They see "orbs" in the pictures and they don't know it's just dust. They get EMF readings and they think it means a ghost is in the room. They're so stupid. I'll go in there and kick all their asses. If they want the truth, I'll give it to 'em. Free of charge, motherfuckers.

This happens to me every once in a while. People have sent morons, Mormons I mean, and JW's and magaziners to my door. I take care of 'em all. I had one time these fucking little retard kids coming around to sell magazines. I acted like I was a Jeffrey Dahmer and I started talking with a lisp and asking them if they wanted to come inside and see my basement. They literally ran out off my street. The morons are kind of dumb, but the JW's are stupid and evil. They rat on each other and shit. I don't like that shit.

I don't like people knocking on my door. It's dropped off a lot since I moved into the warehouse. I don't like that shit. I don't knock on anyone's door asking them if they need web services. Fuck that shit. Don't come here. You're uninvited.

This big fat show is a big fat pain. It's a lot of shit to get together. I hope my wife sells bank and comes home happy. That would be nice for a change.

The Shadow knows 9:37 PM
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