It was a computer virus, the virus that swept through all of wordpress. At first people thought of it as just another virus causing harddrive damage and inconvenience, but it was more, so much more. It was the RYAN-O-Virus, a virus not to be contained, and had no cure. You were warned! You were told not to visit the site asmalltowndad, but did you listen NO! And now look at you… Your a Blog Zombie! Hair falling out, brains turning to mush, eye’s sinking and turning gray, and the hunger… oh, the hunger for more Ryan-O-Virus, you cannot stop! it will be over soon, soon all will be effected and we will all be blog zombies, feeding off of each others blogs. No more flowers, no more ducks, and absolutely no more damn barns! Nothing but skulls, rot, evil, gore (not Al Gore) don’t want to get that scary, and cute little birdies, um oh o.k. no cute little birdies either!
Warning: Ryan-O-Virus shots are now available at Walgreens, CVS, Ice Cream shops, corner venders, Fruit Markets, and local bars.
Thank you Beth for holding the challenge and I hate to say it again, but this was done last minute because I forgot that we were leaving today for our yearly Halloween camp out. I won’t be able to check everyones post until monday but I’m already excited and can’t wait. Also, I know that I have missed several blog zombies and I apologize, but I ran out of time.
Happy Halloween to all and be safe!
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Zombie Cast from left to right;
Have you ever been so scared that you tried to run from something and even though your legs and feet were going a hundred miles an hour, you went no where? It’s like the old cartoon, where they were running so fast and not moving, that smoke started lifting from their feet. Well some us have seen it… not mentioning any names (brother), but it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. We were in my basement with a drop ceiling, where we suspected a mouse or rat had gotten in. We never had one before, so this was a new experience. So, I decided to put poison above the ceiling tile where we thought it was living. Now, not mentioning any names (brother) we ventured down the stairs, as I slowly lifted the ceiling, I saw a piece of ceiling insulation falling out. Being the teaser that I am, as it fell to where my brother (oops) could see it, I yelled loudly, THERE IT GOES! Catching a glance of something leaping from the tile, the man (my brother) started running like an Olympic sprinter, the only difference was, he ran in place practically burning a hole in the carpet. What he envisioned was this giant, man-eating, rat, pictured above, diving for his juggler. This was horribly mean of me, but I’m telling you, if you were there, you to would have laughed your head off. Oh, by the way we were both over the age of 35, not kids.
O.k. now that I’m going to catch hell from (my brother), I’ll tell one on myself. We were TPing (throwing Toilet Paper into the trees) at a friend’s house for Halloween. Iwas about 14 years old, 130 lbs, and apparently not very smart. I was with several older kids, some boys and girls. Anyway, in the process of TPing the dad of the person getting TPed comes busting out of the front door with a shotgun… acting like he was out to kill someone. He pointed the gun in the air and shucked a shell (we thought) into the chamber. Anyone who has hunted, knows the sound of a pump shotgun being loaded, and knows what a shotgun can do to you. Needless to say, I became an Olympic runner just like my older brother, only I was moving, when running. First of all, you can’t out run a shotgun, second of all, it was dark, Third and most important, when running in the dark at full speed, you have to watch for CLOTHES LINES! You guess it, at full speed, I ran my head and neck right into a clothes line and went instantly from an Olympic runner, to an Olympic gymnast, doing a triple flip, in pike position, right onto the ground (scoring all 10’s). All I could hear in the background was the shotgun bearing crazy man, laughing his head off, knowing he scared the CRAP out of me. Now, for the good news, after picking myself up in shame, still running, I leaped into the back of a pickup truck. No, that’s not the good news, the good news was, that a very attractive high school girl was leaping in after me and landing on top of me, Oh, did I mention that she was a high schooler, and I was in junior high.
There’s a couple of examples, now give me your moments, that you were scared the crap out of.