"...Late at night, when the moon is at it's highest point, I strip naked, paint ancient Indian warrior markings all over my body, and eat pudding in graveyards while listening to motivational CDs..."
Best answer gets ten points! Good luck!
2006-08-15 06:59:57 · 51 answers · asked by Chris 2 in Education & Reference ➔ Trivia
Chocolate or vanilla?!
2006-08-15 07:04:23 · answer #1 · answered by Sleek 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I think what the.........? Is this person nuts? You might want to listen to the motivational CD's before you go out doing some messed up stuff like that. It might motivate you in to doing something a little more productive and less criminal.
2006-08-15 07:14:09 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I shut the door and traveled to another home, I met an older man, he seemed to be alone. I felt that I could trust him, I talked to him that night: "Lad did you know a girl was murdered here? This fatal tragedy was talked about for years!"...
As the night went on, I started to find my way. I learned about a tragedy, a mystery still today! I tried to get more answers, but he said "you're on your own." He turned away and left me as I stand there all alone. He said: "you'll know the truth, as the future days unfold..."
2006-08-15 07:06:08 · answer #3 · answered by Bombenhagel 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Naked and pudding, he's got a great recipe for lots of fun!
2006-08-15 07:06:31 · answer #4 · answered by sara bellum 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Forget about the CD's, bring out your internal hum!
2006-08-15 07:05:20 · answer #5 · answered by groovusy 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
What kinda pudding ya got there?
2006-08-15 13:12:33 · answer #6 · answered by grey_sky_morning84 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
barbecue sauce owns pudding man! and motivational CD's? you mean hannah montana right!
2006-08-15 07:05:21 · answer #7 · answered by speederman 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I think you need to stop smoking the wacky weed and get back to doing your English homework.
2006-08-15 07:05:22 · answer #8 · answered by Funchy 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
i'm thinking the clothes you stripped off were the guard's clothes you stole after you hit him over the head.
2006-08-15 07:05:03 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
One night as I crept through the cemetery gates
Seeking out the cause of the local mania
I bespied a ghastly sight, which gave me quite a fright
The legendary Ghouls of Creepsylvania
They were moshing to and fro,
And shrieking at the moon, you know
Howling banshees on a quest for human meat
I was shocked to see a Ghoul
That had both eyes pull out a tool
And chop the head from a body lying at his feet
My mind was racing as I watched the horrible carnage
They were stripping the rotten corpse to the bone
I started to slowly back away in horror
When the ground gave way beneath me and I fell into the catacombs
When I came to I was cloaked in darkness
There was a stench unlike any I had ever smelled before
I reached out and felt the ground around me
And my hand went straight into a puddle of gore!
Ghoul Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're going to die!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Ghoul Hunter!
You'll look just like the jerk you are!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
As I was saying...
I lit a torch and began to explore
The tunnels wound and wound for many miles
There were coffins jutting from the walls and more
Burning bones, vats of guts, and skulls in piles
I came to a large room
And heard an echo in the gloom
The sound of metal chilled my very bones
There were riffs the beat the band,
Pounding drums I couldn't stand,
And the vocalists created shocking tones
I made my way towards the cacophony
A crucifix clutched tightly in my fist
And as I came to the torchlit room
I saw the shambling fiends getting pissed
They spotted me and began to shriek and snort
My cover was blown, so I started to run like mad
Digestor tackled me to the floor
And then it started really getting bad
Ghoul Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're going to die!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Ghoul Hunter!
You'll look just like the jerk you are!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
I was bound and gagged in the dining room
Surrounded by the funk of fetid breath
The quartet of maniacs hunched over me
And forced me to listen to Anthrax and Megadeth
I struggled in my restraints as they chortled with glee
While they poked at me and sliced apart my cheek
My muffled pleading only served to amuse them
As they expelled a very noxious sort of reek
I wriggled out of my ropes a bit
There was a struggle but I managed to prevail
Ghoul is still out there, haunting the graveyard
But I escaped and now I'm here to tell my tale
Ghoul Hunter!
You can bet your life that you're going to die!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
Ghoul Hunter!
You'll look just like the jerk you are!
Ghoul Hunter!
We'll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
THAT's what i think.
2006-08-15 07:04:34 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 2⤋
CRAZY!
besides, best answer always gets ten points...kind of redundant mentioning it...don't ya think?
2006-08-15 07:04:14 · answer #11 · answered by Flower 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋