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A man was walking home alone late one foggy night,

when behind him he hears:



!

BUMP...





BUMP...





BUMP...





Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog h e makes out the

image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street

toward him.





BUMP...





BUMP...





BUMP...







Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing

quickly behind him





FASTER...





FASTER...







BUMP...







BUMP...







BUMP...





He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes

in, slams and locks the door behind him.









However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the

casket clapping











clappity-BUMP...







clappity-BUMP...







clappity-BUMP...





on his heels, the terrified man runs.





Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart

is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing

gasps.



With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.









Bumping and clapping toward him.





The man screams and reaches for something, anything,

but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!









Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...



















and,

















(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)





The coffin stops

:wah: That was a good one, Nomad!

:yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl :yh_bigsmi :yh_clap

A good one, Nomad. Did you write it yourself???

No I didnt.

I have a real story, my dad (god rest him) was in a graveyard for some reason one night, (knowing my dad it was probably drink related, anyway) so he is walking along the path when he hears footsteps behind him, he turns around and there is no one there.



So, he starts walking again thinking it was just his imagination, but as soon as he does he hears the footsteps again, he turns around,.....nothing there.



Now he is scared so he starts walking quite quickly and again the footsteps are behind him, keeping perfect time with his own, he turns.........nothings there.



So he turns and flees, faster and faster he runs, the footsteps get faster and faster, he really panics and starts to sprint, the footsteps are louder and faster than ever, finally he falls to the ground, one of his shoes falls off, and he cries out.... NOOOOO!!!!!!, but there is nothing there.



In a blind terror he looks for his shoe, he finds it. The sole has come part way of the shoe, he looks at the other one, it has as well. He was running away from the sound of his own shoes. :wah:





I love that story. :wah:

That is funny Galbladder :wah:



Many yrs ago and back in the bourbon days I took a trip out to the east coast of Fl. Daytona Beach to be exact. I got drunk and headed back home after the bars closed.

I ran out of gas halfway there, out in the middle of nowhere really. I ended up walking about 5 miles to get to a gas station. Same thing happened to me, I was walking and I heard someone in the brush but it was pitch black. I dont mind telling you I was afraid, so afraid I started running, but the sound was following me. I was really panicked. I never did find out what it was or if it was just my imagination.



When I got to the station. bought a gas can and filled it I called a cab back to my car. The cabbie looked like an axe muderer and he missed the turn to my car so he took me another 5 miles out of my way to the next exit. I was convinced he was going to kill me. Well he didnt but when he dropped me off and left after filling my tank my keys were gone.



I was down on my knees in the grass, I looked and looked until I realized Id left them in the gas station bathroom. So I started walking again...........................:-1

One more reason I dont drink anymore.

Nomad;443711 wrote: That is funny Galbladder :wah:



Many yrs ago and back in the bourbon days I took a trip out to the east coast of Fl. Daytona Beach to be exact. I got drunk and headed back home after the bars closed.

I ran out of gas halfway there, out in the middle of nowhere really. I ended up walking about 5 miles to get to a gas station. Same thing happened to me, I was walking and I heard someone in the brush but it was pitch black. I dont mind telling you I was afraid, so afraid I started running, but the sound was following me. I was really panicked. I never did find out what it was or if it was just my imagination.



When I got to the station. bought a gas can and filled it I called a cab back to my car. The cabbie looked like an axe muderer and he missed the turn to my car so he took me another 5 miles out of my way to the next exit. I was convinced he was going to kill me. Well he didnt but when he dropped me off and left after filling my tank my keys were gone.



I was down on my knees in the grass, I looked and looked until I realized Id left them in the gas station bathroom. So I started walking again...........................:-1

One more reason I dont drink anymore.


Good one, you are a wise fellow, and honest, I admire that.

Well, i don't drink but wanted to start after reading that story>!!!

:yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl Good one Nomie..!! Love the walking for gas story, bet you never ran out of gas again..:driving: