They are always there. Lurking. Watching. Eating the last of the ice cream.
That is a BIG chair!
(Either that, or a dollhouse in Biff’s house?)
I always wondered who ate that ice cream. I must be more observant!
Use your illusion.
“Would they arrive during the working hour, or late at night? Would they shout? Everybody wants to rule the world after all… I believe some would be head over heels, ready to greet our new, plush overlords! But alas they might demand tears and our fears…”
– Songs of the Big Chair
It’s the bushes, right? I never trust bushes, and now I know why.
It’s the trees! They’re out to get me!
(brownie points if you guess where that’s from before scrolling down)
In some neighborhoods, there is no need to disguise themselves at all.
With a chair that big, there’s no need to play musical chairs: chances are, there’s enough chair for everyone!
That explains the hat rack in my driveway this AM. <.<
Funny you should mention aliens. Yesterday, at Sheetz, the soda pop fountain seemingly lost its grip on reality. All the taps started spewing cola all over. I never found out what caused this, but my guess is that many tiny aliens got stuck in the soda water, and had to be forcibly expelled.
“Ford, I feel like a sofa!”
“….I know how you feel…”
Crap, they’ve caught on! Quick hide their keys to distract them and I’ll get the Ice Cream! You! you’re on socks and left shoes, quickly now, before they wake up!
Is this week’s theme going to include anything regarding the remarkable time and planet-saving stomach contents of a small dog?
… or sofas appearing out of thin eddies in the wash?
NOOOO! NOT MY ICE CREAM! (I believe that they are also the culprits behind my missing socks….)
…wait, so THATS where the new, faltscreen TV came from?
Naww… i thought santa-biff came early this year…. 🙁
(*he gotta start early to get around all the lovely biff readers!*)
@Anon – no, thats a poltergeist, his name’s Frederick…
…I wondered where he’d got to.
He’s een my best mate ever since he used to haunt my old math block!
He used to open the doors and turn off the lights, and no-one ever knew what was happening, they assumed the lightbulbs had blown. all of ’em. at the same time.
But now I know better!
…what’s that, Fred? oh, yeah… kay, kay, i’ll tell ’em…
Freddy says that if you want him to haunt a house for halloween, it’ll be £100 an hour, payable to me.
That’s $160, btw…
(*Yukimura is not responsible for any cases where the poltergeist does not show up. If you pay and nothing happens, maybe you just didn’t notice. Or nothing happened and you got conned. Either way, I amn’t refunding. If you feel conned, well, tough luck!*)
I stay wary…Mainly because aliens lurk everywhere, regardless if it’s America or not. I hear in Denmark, you will find sharply-dressed office workers on the beach who will call your children your “young”.
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