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Quite a little fellow in a wide world |
It's blog! It's blog! It's big, it's heavy, it's wood!
Each day is a tossup - chuck another piece of flotsam onto the pile or set the whole thing on fire. Until then, a great place to waste 12 minutes. |
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Planning a trip to New England? Frankenstein offers some tips for the Boston area. |
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How to avoid going to parties and meeting people: Make giant Jack-o-lanterns out of paper mache! Name them, construct lengthy background histories about them. |
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How big is the earth really? How big is your ego? About the same size? Then you need to see this. |
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The Grumble |
Bruno the scarecrow has a son, he's bigger, meaner, and he lives in our garage. |
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I was a teenage zombie. Okay ... I was a zombie. |
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My wife keeps telling me, "you're NOT funny!" |
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They're coming to get you, Barbara! |
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The Scarecrow |
And not a crow for miles around. |
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The Spook & Debi Get Married
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Till death do us part ... or not. |
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How
to survive an outbreak of Undead |
Survival tips you should read before the next outbreak of t-virus, rage, radioactive mutant plague, whatever. |
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| Other Miscellany |
Scanner stuff
Police scanner frequencies and codes for southern Indiana. Yeeehaa! |
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Free MP3 Files
Original music and other audio compositions by S.B. Studios. |
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Friends of SpookyBlue.com
Websites you'll like better than this one. |
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The Archive
Interesting things (or not) that got demoted down to the groove yard. If you're looking for it, and it's here, you've found it. |
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A few guidelines worth noting.. |
| If the first 10 gunshots did no good, chances are the next 10 won't either. |
| If you're visiting a strange town and someone says, "Why, you're the guest of honor! We couldn't even *have* the barbecue without you!" Run like hell. |
| Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer. |
| If you ain't got socks, you ain't got much. But if you got 'em, you might as well pull 'em up. |
| Don't repeat the Necronomicon spell wrong. In fact, don't repeat it right either. |
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What a depressing metaphor
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