Posted on 11/04/2007 11:30:22 AM PST by Fennie
Nazi UFO Electromagnetic Propulsion & Antigravity Technology
Hey Face!
I don’t feel THAT bad.....LOL! But still, I didn’t even have a clue!
There might be more call for that anyway.
Me either! And I SHOULD have, since I get his emails! LOL!
After a fashion, yes.
There are many of his tales up at this site:
http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/lovecraft/index.html
Now that would be twisted.
Mrs Claus, perhaps still enthralled, stole his suit?
You get his emails?!
Then; SHAME ON YOU Face!
LOL!
Just the ending will do nice for me, thanks.
Certainly there is around here. We had a nice big black cloud looming all afternoon, but not a drop of rain.
I suspect the suit she stole was not his. I suspect it may have belonged to the *ahem* judge, who, confused by the sudden appearance of Anti-Claus, threw his own suit into the mix, thereby mixing up said suits in a not-so-suitable manner.
She could have done it in retaliation for the accusations of whoever was squeezing Rudolph into the mixture.
No rain, yet?
Has it cooled off any?
In the 70’s right now.
There’s supposed to be a change in the next few days.
Ah, here’s a baby! “Pick up ME! More milk baby!”
Bedtime for all offspring under 10.
..clutching the mightily struggling Rudolph under his arm in rifle fashion, Kringle lept over the bales of hay while bellowing barbarically at the snowy abominations that had so decimated his forces.
An iron fisted squeeze, and Rudolph’s nose shot forth a glaring red beam that lanced through the closest icicle toothed horror that growled for flesh even as it melted!
Moaning, growling, and gargling, the abominable snowmen lurched and slid towards Kringle and his misappropriated wriggling weapon.
“Let go of me you bathless ham handed fre-EEEK!” Rudolph lazed down and slagged several more death fanged grotesqueries as they rounded the corner, elf bits in hand as clubs.
Reaching the ain compound and leaving a wake of corn cob pipe wriggling puddles behind them, Kringle and Rudolph burst through the front door of North Pole HQ.
Mrs Claus clutched her comforter tightly and chuckled nervously.
“He’s not here, he left.”
Kringle merely elbowed the door hard, and squished Anti-Claus behind it.
Anti dropped his boots and grabbed his nose.
Upon seeing the insanely glowing nose of the much abused Rudolph, Anti-Claus bailed through the window, somehow getting his boots and other accoutrements back on as he fell.
Jumping on his magic flying Polaris snowmotrike, he blatted off into the night, trailing his icy hordes behind him in defeat.
Mrs Claus waved her handkerchief goodbye and sniffled.
“Don’t forget to write!” she said.
“What was that?!” Kringle demanded.
“Nothing dear.” she said.
The battle was over, after a schlocky fashion, Kringle had won, Anti-Claus was defeated, for now.
LOL!
I love the way the baby minds work!
Here’s hoping you get some rain SOON!
Do you write these things? lol
The ending, literally? Impressive...
Wow. I copied all that. Shall I dress it up, make it wear a Kringle Suit, or leave it to Rudolph?
All together, it reads like really bad pulp fiction. I LIKE it!
Darks and I do it off and on, when the fits hit, and we’re online at the same time. We feed off each other. (”As it were,” she says, eyeing Darks’ tagline...)
Yes.
Which is horrible.
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