Back in the diggidy day, when operas ruled concert halls, theatres, and penny arcades, people were often portly Supposedly, there were countless guys wearing wigs. Wine and beer was crazy! Believe me, if I was there, I’d be such the Mack Daddy with wild wiggidy wigs. What a cool random thought! I’ll tell my therapist next week!
In a show called bones, they are discussing a murder where the corpse (The Vic) was found in a Haunted House called Dungeon of 1000 Corpses. The place was filled with fake corpses. No one noticed the dead body nor did they attribute the smell of decomp to anything other than the Halloween show that was going on. Finally a little girl puked and someone called the puke police. They then called the real police. Then, they realized there was a REAL deady in the house! They finally found it, but there were no witnesses due to the darkness and the nature of the show. If there was some real a-stabbing, people would look and go “ooohhh! Stabbing!” then lick their lollies and kiss their daddies. Super kill!
So, if you ever want to go to a HAUNTED HOUSE AGAIN, you may not want to read on. Ooops, that should have went at the beginning of this ditty. Or right after my rumination of the past operatic showmanship. Shhhh. I’ll do all the talking around here. Hence:
If murdering a person is a task you intend to engage in, wouldn’t this type of location be a perfect place to do it? It says so on TV! Now that Johnny Cockran (sic) the satanic lawyer who is now being anally plowed in a fluffy fireball of hell, has died (yay!), there are no more lawyers capable of getting murders caught red-handed found innocent of murder. What a run-on sentence. No! Stay. My dog just farted. We are so similar, my doggy and I. OK, back to murder.
Do you know what I mean? By the time they found any evidence, or the body at all, I’d be in another country. Of course I wouldn’t leave until I wrote down exactly what I did, step by step on NakedEric for all of you to enjoy!
::insert smile here::
Note: I would never kill anyone. Never meaning … not NOW.