*ROTFLMAO @ Jeff's Corn on the Com idea!!!*
------------------ My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
Chinese Canadian, or 75% Commie Bastard.
Member # 33
A man was walking homne alone one night when he ears a "bump... bump... bump" behind him. Walking faster, he looks back, making out an image of an upright coffin banging its way down the middle of the street toward him, "bump... bump... bump." The man begins to run toward his home and the casket bounces after him faster, faster... bump... bump... bump. He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in and locks it behind him. It crashes through his door with its lid clapping, "bump... bump... bump" on the heels of the terrified man. The man rushes upstairs to the bathroom and locks himself in, heart pounding. With a crash, the casket breaks down the door, coming slowly toward him. The man, screaming, reaches for something, anything. All he can find is a box of cough drops which he throws at the thing... and the coffin stops.
------------------ I can resist anything....... Except Temptation
[This message was edited by Tahna Los on March 24, 1999.]