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some men prefer to achieve a screamplasticman33 said:Just a soft 'Yes' whispered in my ear would work for me.
dolf said:some men prefer to achieve a scream![]()
you ask too many questions when a grunt would be more apt.plasticman33 said:That's later.
tarot hates me...or i hate tarot.Image said:I consult my tarot deck (s) but then go with my instinct anyway...
i've never tried that...but bird & rodent innards work much the same way.morewickedfun said:I read the blood clots on my pad.
dolf said:scry glass?
dreams?
runes?
tarot?
tea leaves?
psychic fucking phoneline?
If you wanted to ask a question how would you choose to hear the answer?
dolf said:you ask too many questions when a grunt would be more apt.
scry glass?
dreams?
runes?
tarot?
tea leaves?
psychic fucking phoneline?
If you wanted to ask a question how would you choose to hear the answer?
Why did you bump this?![]()
I have a Ouija board story...don't we all? hahah
Daughter was given a Ouija board for her 13th birthday. I'm not crazy about these things, and I tend to be creeped out by them.
After about a week, as most parents have learned...if you don't like it, wait a little while, the novelty will wear off and then make your move...subtlety remove it and it won't be missed.
I put it up on the top shelf of her closet along with her collection of long discarded and forgotten about old toys.
One night, months later, she was getting ready for bed. The man of the house was off on a business trip, so it was just her and I at home.
She came, SCREAMING out of her bedroom to me, telling me there was something in her closet.
I ran back to her bedroom, with her clinging to me close behind...we heard a mechanical type sound and thumping coming from her closet.
I threw open the closet doors and saw an old battery-operated doll walking around on top of the Ouija board, back and forth and thumping against the wall.
Well, the both of us ran screaming, banging off the walls (and each other) down the hallway.
We managed to make our way back to the room and knocked the doll down off the shelf and removed the batteries.
She slept with me upstairs that night.
Both the Ouija board and the doll were disposed of (far away) the next morning.
Holy Crap, that scared the shit outta me.