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Yea! They were "on a mission from God" Now back to the game...
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So I was determined to start my own business, and was bartending in the meantime. So then I heard you can make crazy money in Jamaica so I went down there and that's where I met my future wife who came to the bar when her friend passed out on the beach.
No, you did not. You're thinking about the movie "Independence Day."
I, on the other hand, was living a quiet life as a young man many, many years ago, spending most of my days goofing off with my best friend stealing mushrooms and vegetables from the local farmer, and then these big dark horses with evil ghosts are chasing us, then some more mean spirits are trying to kill us, then we have to race to some river and end up in a small village run by these tall elves.
All because of some piece of jewelry that if you heat it up shows all this glowing poetry etched on it in some foreign language. Obviously, brought here by some immigrant no doubt, cause no one from around here would even bend over to pick up such a piece of useless junk jewelry. Like, you know, you wouldn't want to wear any jewelry with poetry in another language, would you? Try to pick up a chick, and she asks you what the poem is, and you have to give this lame "I don't know..." Just uncool, dude.
Anyway, Yada, Yada, Yada..... Just take my word for it, it is a long, L O N G story. My cousin and me get drafted in some army, see all kinds of strange people in foreign lands, And the worst part is... this is all going on and we only once get a chance to smoke some good home grown weed... Yes, this all happened while we were without any good quality weed to smoke... Dude, You don't know how much we wanted to wake up from this like weed-sleep nightmare, but it wasn't a weed-sleep dream, is was just so... like real. Dude....
But oh, man, now we're back, and got some fresh home grown weed to smoke... Life is good again, I ain't leaving the Shire again!
My Dad was such a great guy. I had these goslings that grew up thinking I was their Mother and my Dad taught me to fly so I could teach them to migrate!
I contacted her, hope that was ok.
Maybe we should come up with some titles the and do a poll vote? Or just keep it simple and go with a representative idea that we all like?
I'm drawing a blank - Movie Triva game: That was....! ?
My Dad was such a great guy. I had these goslings that grew up thinking I was their Mother and my Dad taught me to fly so I could teach them to migrate!
No, you didn't. That was "Fly Away Home"
So, anyway, I was working for this big energy corporation, and some think-tank type had figured out that we could cross over to the other plane of existence and bottle up their screams and bring it back to our side for energy, like making electricity and such. Then some engineer figured out we could cross over by just going through these door. We would come out on the other side from closets, out from under the beds, whatever. Got to be just another job, scaring young kids and collecting all kinds of terror and such, but the gosh the pay was just terrific.
Then that big galoot Sulley, let that young kid from the other side come over here, and all heck breaks out... Some government agency takes over the Management of the company, and I am out of a job for now.
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