I thought maybe we could hook up. You know, I can show you the basement where I live, let you handle my pistols, and we can have a romantic dinner at Cracker Barrel or maybe even Bob Evans.


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hands off--she's mine!
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Eeny, meeny, miny, moe....

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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).
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Cats.. at ease!

PackLeader..

I like your smile.

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A very fiendish looking man came up onto our porch a little while ago. We stayed absolutely silent while he peered into our windows; we were petrified. He jiggled our door handle a few times and we could hear him making a series of harsh gruntings. Right before he left, he slipped a neatly printed note under our door. It ominously read, "THE BEAN COMPONENT".

I don't think I'll be able to sleep anytime soon.

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> A very fiendish looking man came up onto our porch
> a little while ago. We stayed absolutely silent
> while he peered into our windows; we were
> petrified. He jiggled our door handle a few
> times and we could hear him making a series of
> harsh gruntings. Right before he left, he slipped
> a neatly printed note under our door. It
> ominously read, "THE BEAN COMPONENT".
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> I don't think I'll be able to sleep anytime soon.

Sounds like The Mad Gasser of Mattoon to me. Please, seal your house up with duct tape...close all windows...the Mad Gasser is on the loose!
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don't count out the Flatwoods Monster neither!
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of course, Indrid Cold, the original Grinning Man, could be up to his old tricks again...
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and beware the Florida Skunk Ape!
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don't go to London--Spring-Heeled Jack is waiting for you! He's breathing white-hot blue flames!
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watch out for the Green Man!
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stay out of Maryland! The Goatman is waiting for you!
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who knows...it could even be the ghost of Ronald Opus...

The Ronald Opus Case

The popular account of the story is told as follows:
On 1994-03-23 a medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a gunshot wound of the head caused by a shotgun. Investigation to that point had revealed that the decedent had jumped from the top of a ten story building with the intent to commit suicide. (He left a note indicating his despondency.) As he passed the 9th floor on the way down, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through a window, killing him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was aware that a safety net had been erected at the 8th floor level to protect some window washers, and that the decedent would most likely not have been able to complete his intent to commit suicide because of this.
Ordinarily, a person who starts into motion the events with a suicide intent ultimately commits suicide even though the mechanism might be not what he intended. That he was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below probably would not change his mode of death from suicide to homicide, but the fact that his suicide intent would not have been achieved under any circumstance caused the medical examiner to feel that he had homicide on his hands.
Further investigation led to the discovery that the room on the 9th floor from whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. He was threatening her with the shotgun because of an interspousal spat and became so upset that he could not hold the shotgun straight. Therefore, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed his wife, and the pellets went through the window, striking the decedent.
When one intends to kill subject A, but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. The old man was confronted with this conclusion, but both he and his wife were adamant in stating that neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. It was the longtime habit of the old man to threaten his wife with an unloaded shotgun. He had no intent to murder her; therefore, the killing of the decedent appeared then to be accident. That is, the gun had been accidentally loaded.
But further investigation turned up a witness that their son was seen loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal accident. That investigation showed that the mother (the old lady) had cut off her son's financial support, and her son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that the father would shoot his mother. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son, one Ronald Opus, had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to get his mother murdered. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23, only to be killed by a shotgun blast through a 9th story window.
The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.

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> A very fiendish looking man came up onto our porch
> a little while ago. We stayed absolutely silent
> while he peered into our windows; we were
> petrified. He jiggled our door handle a few
> times and we could hear him making a series of
> harsh gruntings. Right before he left, he slipped
> a neatly printed note under our door. It
> ominously read, "THE BEAN COMPONENT".


Did the man attempt to saw your porch in half?
Did you notice any of your loved ones floating away?
Did you start screaming....waking up everyone, not only in your house but in every house within a five mile radius?

If so, I might have seen this man.

this is the zodiac speaking.

Watch out for Candlejack. I hear he

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W.W.S.D. what would Scooby Doo

Beware the Stink-a-Butts...a local folk-legend boogeyman of my own creation. When I was about 5, we had a little patch of wilderness out in my back yard. Late at night, around 9pm or so, it was said, by me, that a creature best described as half-man, half-butt, would roam that little patch of land, looking for prey. There are no known photographs, or public records for that matter, of the Stink-a-butts, but here is a bitchin' action figure I had as a kid. I think my brother burned it with a magnifying glass at some point, because I don't have it anymore.
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> Sounds a lot like MrMisery.

Yes, it does.


BTW, I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm in New Jersey at the moment.

Cary probably thinks I'm Kim Kardashian.