"You're a few weeks late aren't you Santa?" the girl behind the counter joked, smiling.
"Ho, ho, ho!" I fired back at her, in an uncharacteristic misogynistic outburst.
Pharaohsmith.
Gonna call it Poi, Son.
They call themselves Ban Jovi.
..you could call it an Autumnobile now !
We're a cover band
Archaeologists believe it may be Pharaoh Roche...
I'll see myself out
Dunno why the she had to throw shade on my pursuit...
But their fawn do.
I need to get a better pillow...
I'm hoping to win, by Hook or by Crook.
Blanket statements
A chocolate baaaaa.
My teacher said, I'm the perfect roll model.
To cover what he e-i-e-i owes.
It was stolen from right under my nose.
Apparently they were Meringue-utans.
They call themselves Squished Squash!
I call the search Off! It's curtains for that quest!
We had a station wagon.
...and says, "Hygiene".
It's a pharaoh rocher.
She said “what are you doing? What is that noise?” I said “I’ve been screwing around behind your back.” She whipped around in shock and saw me, screwdriver in hand, screwing in the outlet cover.
I found it way more entertaining then she did.
The second cowboy is relieved to be alive, and thankful that he knew that that was no bacon tree.
It was a ham bush
The doctors called it eyeLEDs
It's all I masking you to do.
You can bet your ass I have a bone to pick with him.
Police believe he tried to top himself.
It’s very noteworthy.
...It took a while to herd them together but I finally got them all under control.
He goes under cover
It was a night knight fort for Fortnight for a fortnight.
They have a strong sense of entitlement.
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
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Mask exodus
They believe it is the remains of the long lost Pharaoh Rocher.
Confused.
It's so nerve-wracking.
..you could call it an Autumnobile now !
