…. one more thing you can worry about happening to you after you die:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=6902787040&category=378&ssPageName=ADME:B:EF:US:1
…. one more thing you can worry about happening to you after you die:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=6902787040&category=378&ssPageName=ADME:B:EF:US:1
I ain’t clickin that link!
Aww c’mon, just a little click!
Not only did I click it, but I’m also going to bid on it!
You are brave dude!
At some point, in private if need be, you must reveal to me your secret for unearthing such ebay jems. How does one just stumble upon such reasonably priced oddities?
I don’t know which is funnier – the concept or the misspellings.
I definitely want a ghost named Thor! 😀
I wish I could take credit for it, but this particular one came to me from a co-worker. I too wonder that on earth she was searching for.
Condition: New
it’s PAT … the ghost!
and this one’s gender neutral!
” I keep one in my home his name is Thor,never a dull moment!”
I keep reading that as a definition of ‘Thor.’
🙂
Aww c’mon, just a little click!
You are brave dude!
I wish I could take credit for it, but this particular one came to me from a co-worker. I too wonder that on earth she was searching for.
My aunt lived in a haunted house in Cincinnati. I know damn well that ghost wouldn’t go quietly into a jar! I had my own encounter with the ghost before I knew the house was haunted. I was told never go into the basement (wet bar, pool table, record player) alone. I got bored and went down to play some James Brown music. The volume was so low I could barely hear anything other than the needle scratching vinyl when all the glasses on the bar started vibrating. I removed the needle. Everything stopped. I returned the needle and the glasses went at it again. This time it was so loud that I got scared and went upstairs. It was at least a couple years before I was officially told why that happened and, why the front door to the house was open every single morning. I was visiting for a summer, two aunts, and several cousins. No, my cousins didn’t do it, they weren’t there (the girls had gone off to play).
Okay, that’s more fun than scary! Actually, run-on sentence fragments scare me.
I keep one in my home his name is Thor