It's a dark and stormy night

openthighs_sarah

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No, really. It is. The wind's all whipping around like it's chucking a mental or something, or perhaps pitching a blue wobbler, I don't know. Lightning, thunder, all kinds of weather phenomena happening out there, and not a metaphor in sight.

Puts me in the mood for a ghost story, it does.
 
openthighs_sarah said:
No, really. It is. The wind's all whipping around like it's chucking a mental or something, or perhaps pitching a blue wobbler, I don't know. Lightning, thunder, all kinds of weather phenomena happening out there, and not a metaphor in sight.

Puts me in the mood for a ghost story, it does.

that's how it was all weekend here. i love thunder and lightning, but i really could have lived without the 50mph wind gusts.
 
wildsweetone said:
any particular colour in mind?
Red wine, black lingerie. You can bring fuzzy animal slippers if you want.

Also -- and this is important -- if there's a loud noise from downstairs and spooky creepy music starts to play, we will not be investigating. Unless it seems dramatically necessary, in which case you're welcome to be the hero.
 
Just remember, if you hear a blood-curdling scream and all the lights suddenly go out, you girls be sure to take off your robes and grab a couple of guttering candles and creep downstairs to investigate. Then make sure you separate; one going down into the extra-creepy basment, the other to some remote wing of the house.

Then, when your candle is blown out by a mysterious gust of wind, you absolutely must ask "WSO/Sarah? Is that you?"


---dr.M.
 
Eeek!

And suddenly there's Vincent Price, in black and white, seated at a huge organ console playing Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D-minor."
 
Hello

Two gay gosts in a phone booth, trying to put the willeys up each other.
 
wildsweetone said:
...maybe we should take torches...

And pitchforks. Don't forget the pitchforks.

Ps. Dear Pointless - You certainly have a penchant for awful AVs.

Actually, I'm just jealous because they won't let me have one.
 
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if your gonna have pitchforks and torches then you can't forget to bring a couple hundred 19th century eastern european villagers bent on destroying the abomination that has infested their pristine(but creepy) mountain village. it just wouldn't be right.
 
DurtGurl said:
And pitchforks. Don't forget the pitchforks.

Ps. Dear Pointless - You certainly have a penchant for awful AVs.

Actually, I'm just jealous because they won't let me have one.

you can have them all. i stole them, why can't you?
 
Gd grf!

pointless said:
you can have them all. i stole them, why can't you?

You stole them? You sure aren't much of a thief if that's all you could get.
MG
 
Re: Gd grf!

MathGirl said:
You stole them? You sure aren't much of a thief if that's all you could get.
MG

are you trying to make cry? well you've suceeded, you big jerk!:(
 
Re: Eeek!

MathGirl said:
And suddenly there's Vincent Price, in black and white, seated at a huge organ console playing Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D-minor."
I think the whole thing's in black and white, actually -- sort of a "Young Frankenporn".

And Grieg's Piano Concerto in A Minor will play over the end credits, with Franz Liszt's corpse at the keyboard.
 
Re: Eeek!

MathGirl said:
And suddenly there's Vincent Price, in black and white, seated at a huge organ console playing Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D-minor."
Huge organ.... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.... ha...

Fuck. Okay. g'night...


p.s. Pops, that joke was awful. Thanks.
 
That's actually quite scary, it was a dark and scary night here last night too.

It's the end of the world!

The Earl
 
TheEarl said:
That's actually quite scary, it was a dark and scary night here last night too.

It's the end of the world!

The Earl

see how worn to a frazzle i am... it took me 24 hours to realise that TheEarl wants us all to go to his place. *smacks self on forehead*
 
wildsweetone said:
see how worn to a frazzle i am... it took me 24 hours to realise that TheEarl wants us all to go to his place. *smacks self on forehead*
*smacks WSO on forehead, too*

Sorry, Earl! We'll be right over. Your choice of wine, slippers and organ music, of course.

Just as long as it's a huge organ.
 
Well I've got the accent to do a Vincent Pryce impression, so now all I need to do is learn to play with my gigantic organ.

No stop, these pants have got to do me all day.

The Earl
 
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