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"A kid that lived on my street when I was growing up was rumored to be into devil worship, seances, Aleister Crowley, Black Magic, and other dark endeavors of the Spirit World. (Strangely, despite the youth's somewhat dweebish appearance, he was quite popular: Guys in the neighborhood wanted to be him; girls thought they could change him...)
His mother (a propagating practitioner of the Pagan Arts) informed me that the neophyte necromancer was born in June of '66, and died tragically on Halloween, October 31, 1979, when he was just thirteen years old. (His death has never been solved, but the calamitous kid was found lying on his bed with THIS GUITAR draped across him, apparently electrocuted, though the guitar wasn't plugged into an amplifier! Additionally, when the damnable corpse of this soulless stooge of Satan was eventually discovered, a 45 record of Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" was playing repeatedly on the Mephistophelean moppet's GE Wildcat record changer!! A Swanson TV Dinner--turkey, with all the fixin's--remained uneaten, while the air was thick with the acrid smell of sulfur emanating from some perverse potion the young hellion had been mixing with his Li'l Gilbert Chemistry Set. The licentious lad's Farrah Fawcett Swimsuit Poster mockingly stared down upon the dead boy, as if to say, "See you in hell, Buster!" Somewhere, a dog barked.)
Years later, I ran into the defunct boy's mother, and when I told her that I was a professional guitarist, she offered me her devilish, daisy-pushin' son's git-fiddle.
Since I've owned this guitar, I've heard the strings discordantly ring out, despite no one being near the guitar. Further, on three occasions I put the guitar in my bedroom closet, only to find the guitar on my bed when I returned home (and I live alone!). The final straw occurred when I saw the guitar levitate out of the trash can I had somberly placed it in."
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Ok..Langdon..Here it is :
At home:this is Alyssa Jaidan (my god daugther, she is one crazy kid, she turns 2 in Nov, this pic is old!)
At work:Pebble Beach Hole # 7
I haven't changed my desktop in months. Maybe one day, i'll change em to some Jpop girl haha
This is what I have on my desktop. Aw!! NOAH LOWRY!! I've always LOVED the Giants and even though they aren't TOO HOT right now I still watch them. But I'm only interested if this guy is pitching. I know you all saw the game Monday night when this HOTTIE pitched a GREAT game. MMMMM....HMMMM!!!!
This is Aya Matsuura, another one of the jpop queens I'm so infatuated with and she currently adorns my computer screen..
"It all started when we moved from Florida to Ohio. We came here to try and live a new life. We moved into this suburban home and all things looked great. Nice house, quiet neighborhood, great new start to our lives. We unpacked all our belongings and ordered new furniture. Things had been going smoothly.
We wanted to see the attic as our Previous Owners didn't mention of the small door in the ceiling in our closet. My Wife and I were bored one Saturday and we decided to see what was in the attic. We went up there and found some old empty boxes that had been left behind. One of the boxes had in black marker written "NEVER OPEN" Well since we aren't too scared of many things we got excited and busted it open. Inside were blankets, dolls, pillows, old picture's of this old house, Ouija Board, Book on Witchcraft, candles, salt, old bottles, rope and in the bottom was this doll that is a Seymour Mann doll. We left the items in the box and took the Seymour Mann doll and took it down stairs to put up because my Wife liked it and thought it would go nice in our daughters room.
After about 2 weeks we could hear crying, like a young girl crying. Looked in our bedroom to make sure one of the kids didn't leave the television on in our room or a radio. Even looked outside to see if our neighbors were out. Nothing. One morning the kids had woke and were playing in their room. My Wife had got up to use the restroom and glancing into the bedroom she yelled out in horror. Scared the living daylights out of her. Above the kids was the doll levitating in mid air. The kids hadn't even noticed it, they were playing, the kids screamed out after my Wife ran into their room and dragged them out. They were horrified and the doll fell to the ground.
I awoke and the kids and my Wife were in the hallway. My Wife wanted me to throw the doll out. I asked her what was wrong and she told me it was levitating above the kids as they were playing. I was skeptical and didn't listen to her, I assured her that she had just woke up and maybe she was sleep walking.
After a few days everything calmed down. We were in the living room and watching Seabiscuit. We heard some more crying. All the kids were in the living room with us. I went into the rooms and looked and nothing. The crying had stopped.
A few days later the kids were playing again in their room. I went to check on the kids and to my surprise I saw the doll levitating above the kids as they were playing. The kids were looking at the doll and talking to it. I yelled at the kids to come to me but they didn't want to leave playing. They asked why and I told them to get out of the room. When they did the doll followed them, we ran into the living room and the doll came there also. I was ready to swing on the doll and then it left the room back down the hallway. I told the kids to stay and I went to see where the doll was. I looked around the corners and discovered it was back on my daughters dresser and there was an orb floating near the doll, then it vanished.
My whole families life has been changed by this experience. My kids call her Rosemary. They play and the doll just levitates from the living room to the bedroom where the kids play. We haven't seen the doll go to any of the other rooms. I would really like for this doll to go. I'm afraid that the kids have become immune to a floating doll around the house and it's not a normal lifestyle. I can see it now, we have a doll that floats around the room when we play together. Yeah that would sound nice for the Preacher at our Church to hear.
Please take this doll off our hands, the kids don't need Rosemary around and my Wife is getting a little freaked out and wanting to move back to Florida."
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PERCOCET or OXYCODONE or OXYCONTIN(classified as a narcotic/controlled substance)...its the pain killer that all those young punk Hollywood stars are hooked on and the drug that lead to the death of many wrestlers.. but let me tell you...this stuff REALLY helps take the pain away...
Needless to say, I was in some discomfort after the numbing agent wore off so I popped one of those babies in my mouth..it took awhile for the drug to kick in but when it did...brotha let me tell you...my whole body went numb and I eventually passed out for a good 12hrs.. and I usually take sleeping pills to help me fall asleep at nite but this "magical pill" is way better..
So long story short, if you are ever in enough pain that requires a trip to your local physician for some relief, ask for PERCOCET...it gets Langdon Alger's seal of approval!
*results may very from person to person...it also depends on the dosage of the pill..my doctor was kind enough to give me a pretty good dose...oh and if I didn't mention this before, PERCOCET is HIGHLY ADDICTIVE and should only be taken under doctors supervision blah blah blah blah blah blah.....
...I think the working title for the show is "Corky and the Jedi"...but that can obviously change prior to the shows premiere..."rEveNge uv d tARd" is one of the other possibilities...
It was a bit of a shock to find that out this week. It's not as if I thought that R.S.V.P didn't have a meaning, and that people simply placed the acronym on their letters for a cosmopolitan effect; I'm not an idiot. It's just that "Respondez Sil Vous Plait" is a far cry from what I thought the term actually stood for. Up until two days ago I believed, as I'm sure all of you did, that R.S.V.P meant one thing: Reserve Parking.
I mean, what else could it stand for? It fits perfectly. Of course, now that I think about it, I probably caused a bit of confusion when I'd get letters ending with R.S.V.P, and respond with:
"Cool! I'll take one right in front, preferably in the shade. Like full-size but I can do compact. And put me by a curb so I'm not in between anyone."
No one bothered to write back clarifying this to me, so am I the one with the problem? I think we all know the answer to that. It's no.
Maybe the fact that I didn't get ANY of the parking spots I asked for at ANY of the events I was invited to should've tipped me off that R.S.V.P may have stood for something else. But each time I was so frustrated with my long walk to the gathering point, that I had no choice but to confront the person who invited me, usually a bride or groom, and say, "Some R.S.V.P! Now I'm stuck in the overflow! If you're not going to enforce it don't put it on the invitation!" before angrily trudging to the refreshments table. Again, no one even tried for a second to explain things to me, so is it my fault that I caused a few scenes, and in one unfortunate incident poured a bottle of Snapple on the bride-to-be's head? We know the answer to that one too. It's still no.
So last Wednesday at work, I decided to warm up for my lunch break by researching R.S.V.P on the Internet. Not because I wasn't sure what it stood for, but because I wanted to know why no one who used the term ever went out of their way to save your parking spot after clearly saying they would. Was there supposed to be an extra "P" at the end that stood for "PSYCHE!!!"? If so, that would definitely be what the kids call "jacked up."
And so I stumbled onto "Respondez Sil Vous Plait." Surely the 475,000 matching results had to be incorrect, so I cooled off after my lunch break by diligently researching the acronym's origins. I won't go into them, but I'm sad to announce that we'll all have to fight our conventional wisdom and finally admit that R.S.V.P has nothing to do with parking.
Another thing I won't go into is the absolute absurdity of writing a letter completely in English before closing it with a French acronym. This is the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE. And in AMERICA we speak the QUEEN'S ENGLISH. Love it or leave it, hippies. USA ALL THE WAY, BROTHER.
But I digress. Wait, am I really digressing? I'll have to look that up too. But I'm glad I could do all of you this favor. Right now there are countless numbers of people who will no longer be late for invitational events thinking they have the most convenient parking spots all locked up, all because of my determination to uncover the truth about those four crazy letters that have bedevilled humankind for so long. I will sleep well tonight. You should too. Just not as well as me.
Oh yeah: R.S.V.P
"In Russia, if a male athlete loses he becomes a female athlete."
"Why do they call it Ovaltine?... The mug is round. The jar is round... They should call it Roundtine."
Many and when I say "many" I mean one person, have asked me where I find all these fabulous Yakov Smirnoff jokes.....from Yakov Smirnoff silly!!...I've had the pleasure of venturing to good ol' Branson Missouri to actually see Yakov in person many times and like George W. said, "he IS still funny after all these years!"..
"There ought to be a caution sign as you enter the Yakov Smirnoff Theatre in Branson, Missouri. It should read “Warning! Hold on to your seat ‘cause this guy is about to blow you away with dynamite comedy!” This ‘guy’ of course is Branson’s Two-Time Comedian of the Year, Yakov Smirnoff, the famous Russian Comedian. He delivers explosive laughter in a show filled with brilliant special effects, dazzling dancing, heartfelt moments, and just plain fun. Yakov’s entire show is packed with comedic tall tales and witty perceptions, funny facts and huge laughs. "
for tickets, call 1-800-WHAT A COUNTRY...seriously..thats the number..
oh..and while you're in Branson..also be sure to check out the irreplaceable ANDY WILLIAMS..
