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Saw this on FB, and thought it was pretty cool, especially for a two-minute movie.

Not bad

That's exactly the kind of shit I don't need to see. Keep in mind that during hunting season I sleep alone in a tent miles from the nearest light bulb.

aunt betty wrote:That's exactly the kind of shit I don't need to see. Keep in mind that during hunting season I sleep alone in a tent miles from the nearest light bulb.

As long as you wash your hands they won't fuck with you.

rebelp74 wrote:

aunt betty wrote:That's exactly the kind of shit I don't need to see. Keep in mind that during hunting season I sleep alone in a tent miles from the nearest light bulb.

As long as you wash your hands they won't fuck with you.

The water down there is full of iron and that's why I can't do a lot of handwashing in Arkansas untreated well water. It makes my hands crack and peel because I have some type of allergy to iron oxide. If I handle rusty iron , same thing. Guys at the club gave me shit about it.
Bring three cases of water for me to wash up with when you show up plz.

aunt betty wrote:

rebelp74 wrote:

aunt betty wrote:That's exactly the kind of shit I don't need to see. Keep in mind that during hunting season I sleep alone in a tent miles from the nearest light bulb.

As long as you wash your hands they won't fuck with you.

The water down there is full of iron and that's why I can't do a lot of handwashing in Arkansas untreated well water. It makes my hands crack and peel because I have some type of allergy to iron oxide. If I handle rusty iron , same thing. Guys at the club gave me shit about it.
Bring three cases of water for me to wash up with when you show up plz.

Well the boogey man is gonna get you then.

Fuck. That. Shit. I once attacked a laundry hamper in my bedroom because I woke up and thought something was in the corner of my bedroom

Weston81 wrote:Fuck. That. Shit. I once attacked a laundry hamper in my bedroom because I woke up and thought something was in the corner of my bedroom

when I was 12 I ripped my bedroom door off its hinges trying to get out of my bedroom. I had an RC car with red head lights that came on in the middle of the night and started creeping across my floor.

My roommate in college, as a freshman, would get so drunk that he would wake up sometime in the night, and piss in his closet.

gila-river wrote:

Weston81 wrote:Fuck. That. Shit. I once attacked a laundry hamper in my bedroom because I woke up and thought something was in the corner of my bedroom

when I was 12 I ripped my bedroom door off its hinges trying to get out of my bedroom. I had an RC car with red head lights that came on in the middle of the night and started creeping across my floor.

When she was in the bed and the light in the hallway went off I got an adrenaline rush of the fight or flight type. I flipping hate the boogeyman!!!

Weston81 wrote:

gila-river wrote:

Weston81 wrote:Fuck. That. Shit. I once attacked a laundry hamper in my bedroom because I woke up and thought something was in the corner of my bedroom

when I was 12 I ripped my bedroom door off its hinges trying to get out of my bedroom. I had an RC car with red head lights that came on in the middle of the night and started creeping across my floor.

When she was in the bed and the light in the hallway went off I got an adrenaline rush of the fight or flight type. I flipping hate the boogeyman!!!

My father used to tell me creepy stories about a woodland creature called a "hidebehind". No matter what you do, it's always behind you. BASTARD!

aunt betty wrote:

Weston81 wrote:

gila-river wrote:

Weston81 wrote:Fuck. That. Shit. I once attacked a laundry hamper in my bedroom because I woke up and thought something was in the corner of my bedroom

when I was 12 I ripped my bedroom door off its hinges trying to get out of my bedroom. I had an RC car with red head lights that came on in the middle of the night and started creeping across my floor.

When she was in the bed and the light in the hallway went off I got an adrenaline rush of the fight or flight type. I flipping hate the boogeyman!!!

My father used to tell me creepy stories about a woodland creature called a "hidebehind". No matter what you do, it's always behind you. BASTARD!

Ha! That's pretty messed up

Not very often I get ol hibbie jeebies but sometimes in the woods, when I am walking to my stand the in dark I get that feeling. I am not alone, I am being followed, and I am not in control, that kind of feeling. Just like its right behind me, your dad's stories would've probably scared me shitless!

He's a dick. Where do you think I get it from?

How come I can't see any links, etc.?

aunt betty wrote:

rebelp74 wrote:

aunt betty wrote:That's exactly the kind of shit I don't need to see. Keep in mind that during hunting season I sleep alone in a tent miles from the nearest light bulb.

As long as you wash your hands they won't fuck with you.

The water down there is full of iron and that's why I can't do a lot of handwashing in Arkansas untreated well water. It makes my hands crack and peel because I have some type of allergy to iron oxide. If I handle rusty iron , same thing. Guys at the club gave me shit about it.
Bring three cases of water for me to wash up with when you show up plz.

Next year take along some A & D ointment for use on your cracked and peeling hands. Trust me.

Weston81 wrote:Not very often I get ol hibbie jeebies but sometimes in the woods, when I am walking to my stand the in dark I get that feeling. I am not alone, I am being followed, and I am not in control, that kind of feeling. Just like its right behind me, your dad's stories would've probably scared me shitless!

Think of the pedophile and the 9 year old walking in the dark woods. The 9 year old looks up at the pedophile and says: It is really dark and scary in here, I'm a little afraid. The pedophile looks down at the 9 year old and says, Yeah, it is, but how do you thing I am going to feel walking out alone?

Weston81 wrote:Fuck. That. Shit. I once attacked a laundry hamper in my bedroom because I woke up and thought something was in the corner of my bedroom

This is similar to what happened to me, had one of those dreams where you're half awake. Dreamt that some guy was sitting on the edge of my bed tickling my wife and then tried to hide in the corner, I sat up yelling "who the fuck are you?!???" I threw my pillow at "him" and was grabbing for my gun when my wife woke up and turned the light on which stopped me since there was noone there. Would've been pretty funny if I had shot that corner up for no reason.

Yep, I let out a yell and dove into the corner, bounced my head off a dresser( busting it open), busted my hand open on the drywall with a haymaker, and then sueplexed the hamper into the fan. My wife flipped on the light and was hollering at me. I stopped, looked at her, said sorry and laid back down. Took about ten seconds to realize what was goin on.

Weston81 wrote:Not very often I get ol hibbie jeebies but sometimes in the woods, when I am walking to my stand the in dark I get that feeling. I am not alone, I am being followed, and I am not in control, that kind of feeling. Just like its right behind me, your dad's stories would've probably scared me shitless!

I'll get these every so often when all I'm carrying is the bow. End up high tailing it as fast as you can thru pitch black, while being "quiet" to get up the tree.

Weston81 wrote:Yep, I let out a yell and dove into the corner, bounced my head off a dresser( busting it open), busted my hand open on the drywall with a haymaker, and then sueplexed the hamper into the fan. My wife flipped on the light and was hollering at me. I stopped, looked at her, said sorry and laid back down. Took about ten seconds to realize what was goin on.

Haven't had any night terrors but I did have the wife give me a pretty good scare one night. I didn't know she had got up to get a drink right before I had got up to drain the lizard. I noticed the bedroom door was cracked and right as my hand touched the doorknob she pushed it from the other side. I ripped the door open with my fist raised ready to deliver a solid throat punch. All while almost simultaneously shitting my drawers. The look on her face was priceless.

Goldfish wrote:

Weston81 wrote:Not very often I get ol hibbie jeebies but sometimes in the woods, when I am walking to my stand the in dark I get that feeling. I am not alone, I am being followed, and I am not in control, that kind of feeling. Just like its right behind me, your dad's stories would've probably scared me shitless!

I'll get these every so often when all I'm carrying is the bow. End up high tailing it as fast as you can thru pitch black, while being "quiet" to get up the tree.

Same here, I never feel that safe when carrying my bow

MuddyWaterWarlock wrote:How come I can't see any links, etc.?

Assa didn't want you to have nightmares.

Weston81 wrote:Yep, I let out a yell and dove into the corner, bounced my head off a dresser( busting it open), busted my hand open on the drywall with a haymaker, and then sueplexed the hamper into the fan. My wife flipped on the light and was hollering at me. I stopped, looked at her, said sorry and laid back down. Took about ten seconds to realize what was goin on.

assateague wrote:

Weston81 wrote:Yep, I let out a yell and dove into the corner, bounced my head off a dresser( busting it open), busted my hand open on the drywall with a haymaker, and then sueplexed the hamper into the fan. My wife flipped on the light and was hollering at me. I stopped, looked at her, said sorry and laid back down. Took about ten seconds to realize what was goin on.

The hamper hasn't given me any trouble since.

The only correct response to the events in that video would be to burn the house to the ground and move to another state.

Olly wrote:The only correct response to the events in that video would be to burn the house to the ground and move to another state.

I got a feeling AB got her when he shut the lights out at the end.

If nothing else it saves you about 90 minutes.

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