trying to explain "teleport" to someone whose first language isn't english is surprisingly hard. or maybe i'm drunker than i realized...
I just noticed that my niece left a comment on my blog following my little story about her and I using a ghost box in my field... "NOT FUNNYYYYY UNCLE RON!!!! and remember it did say beelzebub one time!! and yes the devil or one of his demons WAS in your field that night. if u didnt know THEYRE EVERYWHERE!! although now when im in safety away from that evil night i guess it was funny,i could just imagine from your point of view,what with me crying,GRASPING FOR DEAR LIFE ONTO MY ROSARY,and flashing the flashlight all around us,and trying to capture the damn thing on the camera.THEN MAKING U SLEEP IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH ME THE WHOLE REST OF THE TIME I WAS OUT THERE LOL....GOOD TIMES!! oh plus after that night with the freakin quarter situation in new orleans im absolutely FOR SURE 100% CONVINCED that something was around us that whole time i was there.....now ur just hangin out with it!!!! hahaha" And just for shits and giggles, here's a picture of my niece the night we were playing with the ghost box. It's pretty easy to see the poor girl was terrified. Me, I was laughing so hard I could barely stand.
Just to elaborate on my niece's comments: Me sleeping in the livingroom with her was me sleeping on the couch with her slumbering on the love seat. I'd already scared the poor girl bad enough and the least I could do was give her a sense of security by knowing that her Uncle was close by if she was scared. The "Quarter situation in New Orleans" refers to the night we stayed down there in an old Confederate hospital that is now a hotel. Just as we were falling asleep, I reached onto the nightstand and grabbed a quarter and threw it at her. She bolted up and started screaming trying to roust me from my pretend slumber. I just flopped around in my bed and drowsily told her to go back to sleep. All the lights came on and she grabbed my phone to start calling everyone she could think of. She called her dad and he told asked her "Is toytoy scared?" and she told him I was fast asleep. (Actually I was laughing myself silly) "Well you shouldn't be scared either" was my buddy's fatherly advice to her. I woke up the next morning to find her reading her bible and clutching her rosary beads. I denied over and over again throwing the quarter at her and I think she now believes me. I'll never let her know any different, she has her very own personal New Orleans ghost story to tell to friends. I almost feel bad because she didn't sleep a wink while we were in Louisiana . Almost. I still laugh to myself thinking how bad I scared my poor niece. And to make up for the picture of her in my pick up scared witless (She hates that picture)...here's a picture of her I took in New Orleans: (Yes, I'm well aware that she's a doll) Before y'all even start commenting, remember that I'm a fiercely protective uncle with a penchant for firearms, and that she's also engaged now. I still find it hard to believe I held her the day she was born. I kept trying to give her back to her mom because I was afraid I was going to break her.
2am on Monday morning here in Australia. I'm smashed as ten men, got man of the match for the grand final as I said I would and I'm empty pf bpth drinks and drinking buddies. Someone best help keep me amused.
I went to the casino and got free gambling monies yesterday. I pressed random buttons until it was all gone. Here is photographic evidence of Friday night where I got the 16 year old drunk: She was attempting to tackle me for the remote, so she could watch America's Funniest Home Videos. She won because I am weak. And here are some of her drunk, watching AFV quotes: "Why would I feed a bear? Why would you feed a bear? See? That's why you don't feed a bear! He'll eat you... like dinner!" "This isn't working out for anyone! A duck is on that man's back. Not even working a little bit." "A chicken is fighting a cat. A cat is fighting a chicken. Why is this happening?!"
Just because it makes me laugh, here's a picture of my poor niece when we stayed at The Myrtles Plantation. She was checking behind the chair to make sure there wasn't a ghost back there. Seriously. I'm afraid I'd warped my poor baby girl's mind by that point. It probably didn't help matters when we met a couple later that evening and the guy and I ended up getting shit faced and wandering around the grounds taunting the ghosts, daring them to show themselves. They didn't. Fucking cowardly ghosts. After a sleepless night in New Orleans, my niece spent the night in that chair not sleeping. Again. She slept the whole way home in my truck while I kept a running commentary about how awful others were driving and world politics. I had to do something to keep myself awake, what with the nasty hangover I was nursing and all.
Bahahahahaha I wish I could scare the living shit out of my siblings like that. I've ru out of drunk people and alcohol. Its all kinds of wrong.
God, I don't know what happened yesterday. It's not like I was drinking on an empty stomach. All it took was one beer (albeit 8% alcohol) and the last inch of port in the bottle to make the world a very shaky place for me. I had to just lay down. On the floor. My friends were kind enough to videotape me screeching along to "Mother, Mother," complete with fancy dance moves. One day I'll be a star. I also experienced my very first hangover. Lesson learned. I'll be sure to drink water next time.
That girl is going to break a lot of hearts. And by that I mean you are going to shoot a crap load of guys in the heart with your shot gun.
It's Sunday, I started off drinking at the bar I worked at the last 2 nights, and now I have graduated to whatever beer is leftover in my fridge(Natty Light and a Pyramid variety pack) before heading off to Cleveland for the week. I don't know whats worse, the fact that I have to go to Cleveland, or the fact that I am drinking by myself on my only day off of the week....Fuck it, it's Naturday...
She stole my heart the first time I laid eyes on her at a few hours old. In fact, I almost shot her dad the night she was born. I lived in a pretty sketchy neighborhood in a big city at the time and he came banging on my door at 3AM to tell me she was born. He wound up staring down the barrel of a .44 mag with a cocked hammer when I opened the door. She's also a little older then you might think...she'll turn 21 in a couple of days.
Toytoy Get me a fucking drink I'm thirsty. Damn it all being Monday and still drunk and having no one to drink with and no alcohol.
My new avatar is what happens when you take a 20 guage to a beer can from about 15 feet away. Yup. We turned skeet shooting into a drinking game. Heyooo!!!
Doesn't mean you can't shoot a few men in defense of her honor. Also, it seems that your response to a strange noise it the loading of a firearm. This may indicate an issue
Jesus. She's older than jennitalia. And she's engaged? Kids these days. At first there was a societal trend towards getting married later when the youth of the world realized they could go out and do shit between high school / college and pumping out babies, and now that's sliding backwards. I blame the rise of them damn vidya games and social networking. In less interesting news, my passport came in and despite calling my guarantor about the different colours of inks used on the application form and photo, it got approved. I can now leave the country. And those eurail passes, given my travel circumstances, are looking pretty darn tempting. Though in other circumstances I'd say they're ripoffs.
Jesus this has been a shitty weekend. Now the girl I was sort of with who had broken up with her boyfriend is now magically back together with him because "he said he would change." Well we all know that's not going to happen, but still sucks when I tell her that I think it'd be better if we didn't talk anymore. my days are going to be a lot quieter now
Sounds like a good response to me. Shooting at strange noises, probably not a good idea, but loading's just being prepared. Is no one here a Coast Guardsman or Boy Scout?