STINK BAIT!
In the name of your husband, keep this stuff! It’s great for catching catfish. Judging by the pictures, there should be a couple of them crawling up your driveway by now…
:eek: You let it out? What’d you do that for? You’re not supposed to help it!
I would’ve at least put a blank videotape on top of the cooler and see if any images showed up on it. I’m imagining scenes of spinning thermoses, a box full of severed six-pack yokes, that sort of thing.
It’s disturbing that everybody so glibly assumes that NLH was just not listening. I think it’s far more plausible that he was listening, but found himself compelled by dark forces to leave the cooler alone until the dark ritual could be completed.
On the other hand, maybe it’s for the best. All the Unspeakable Evil that I’ve ever read about takes centuries to gestate. Maybe after only a year, it was only able to grow into Pettiness or Envy or even Good Intentions.
I am SOOO cool with that!
Evil seems jittery. Let’s try Sanka next time.
Great idea!
Plus if we can get Francis Ford Coppola to direct, it would be a Coleman / Francis movie.
Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
Oh YesYesYesYesYesYesYesYes!
And then we’ll film a movie.
Sounds good. You’ve got the part.
Now go out and get eight inches on Jennifer Lopez.
Why of course. I give you my word.
heh heh heh.
You got it, Eve.
But it’s pronounced eeeeevil! Eeeeevil!
Originally posted by Satisfying Andy Licious
Your chance for the role also depends on your feelings toward having your skull explode.
All right, Marlitharn, you’re in!
Let’s get ready for your big scene. I’ll summon the medics … uh, I meant makeup. I’ll summon the makeup people.
Sounds good, rjk. But you need to have some Dark Secret or Terrible Flaw so that your death could be a form of redemption.
If you could read my mind, my face would so be getting slapped.
no more posts from velma after she opened the cooler. Guess it got her. Suppose she was wearing a red shirt like they used to do in Star Trek?
No, I made it through the weekend. I’m not sure about the lawn, we’ll see if anything grows there again. Maybe Evil will be a good fertilizer.
I see we are going to be making a movie now, so I need to get in shape.
I don’t do gratuitous nude scenes, ok? They have to be artistic and integral to the plot.
Also, I need my own trailer and a massage every day, and fresh flowers replaced daily…
:: calls my agent ::
By the way, this thread made NLH register, as Shaggy, so you have all been warned. He’s here, not listening to all of you now.
Um, eight inches of what? Did she steal something from Ben Affleck?
update on the dog:
She is actually acting a little strangely - a little more restless than usual. Also, she did throw up something liquid on Saturday. It’s hard to tell if she’s different though, because she was always a little bit evil to begin with.
Do you think if I call the vet and tell her my dog drank Evil she will want her to come in?
This only goes to show my dog will consume anything. I have yet to find something she will not eat, although she did toy with that spider for quite a while before eating it yesterday. A bit more sadistic than her usual bug-eating.
Okay, who do we get to play the Dog That Ate the Evil? Will the Jack Russell terrier on Frasier do, or are we looking for more of a German Shepard type?
I want to be Man In Diner #3. The fame intriuges me.
When you actually Do open the cooler, something tells me its going to sound a lot like this.
I vote for the terrier from Frasier.
Ooohhh, I want to be one of the Evil Cooler Protesters camped in the front of Velma’s house, shouting, “Not in My Backyard! Ship it out!”
She’s definitely more of a shepherd type. Anyway, I don’t know if we could afford to get the terrier from Frasier. What’s our budget for this movie?
The dog angle seems to be a good premise for the sequel. Just when you thought it was over…
:closeup on dog, who has shifty eyes:
I’ll be the guy that poo-poos the first three drafts of the script, calling for massive re-writes after the third try, and setting the production of the film back by 14 months.
As far as poo-pooing goes, I am definitely your man.
Happy