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I got the vague blurred impression that I was curled up in the fetal position, and I could see a dust bunny in the corner in great detail, but I knew that dust bunnies didn't talk
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1 posted on 11/09/2004 5:46:52 PM PST by vanburen
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To: vanburen

Thank you Bruce. I hope you clicked on FR for some cheerin' up when you got that there computer machine workin'.


2 posted on 11/09/2004 5:48:02 PM PST by Tribune7
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To: vanburen

Is it Adam and Steve or Adam and Bruce?


3 posted on 11/09/2004 5:49:18 PM PST by dennisw (G_D - against Amelek for all generations.)
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"I got the vague blurred impression that I was curled up in the fetal position, and I could see a dust bunny in the corner in great detail, but I knew that dust bunnies didn't talk, as this one did. It kept echoing a phrase or mantra that I couldn't quite make out...'mandate'...'exit polls'....Kerry-Edwards....'massive turnout'...'4 more beers, 4 more beers'.....then the silence of the grave."

And when I woke up, I was in bed, naked, with the paperboy. And that, Your Honor, is what REALLY happened, so help me God!


4 posted on 11/09/2004 5:50:23 PM PST by Luddite Patent Counsel ("Inanity is the Mother of Convention")
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Bruce Bottom told his psychotherapist for 2 whole days, I layed in the corner drooling & making weird sounds...When I awoke very early Thursday morning, I remember making coffee and sitting down with a cup at the computer machine....then, everything turned bright white, then completely black. I felt a dull thud, and heard a sound like a pumpkin smashing against a side of beef.

Every few hours, I would drift back into lucidity, just long enough to realize I was laying in the corner of the living room with spittle running down my cheek and into a large puddle at my chin. and I could hear a weird voice off in the distance. I later realized it was my own voice, but I didn't hear words, only groans and occasional burps.

One time when I blurred back into almost consciousness, I saw my dear wife, Bobby, over at the edge of the room, but he looked like he was 20 miles away, and I remember that the sensation of time passing had vanished, and I seemed to be locked in a ripple between time and space.

I got the vague blurred impression that I was curled up in the fetal position, and I could see a dust bunny in the corner in great detail, but I knew that dust bunnies didn't talk, as this one did. It kept echoing a phrase or mantra that I couldn't quite make out...'mandate'...'exit polls'....Kerry-Edwards....'massive turnout'...'4 more beers, 4 more beers'.....then the silence of the grave.

What a great, great week. Talk about crushing your enemies. seeing them driven before you AND HEARING THE LAMENATIONS OF THEIR WOMEN!!

5 posted on 11/09/2004 5:55:50 PM PST by Tribune7
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To: vanburen

Look, Bruce, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there aren't people out to get you.


6 posted on 11/09/2004 6:01:33 PM PST by Texas Eagle ("It is useless to attempt to reason a man out of what he was never reasoned into." Jonathan Swift)
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HEY WAIT A MINUTE

This sounds like the guy named "mopaul" on DU. Check out THIS THREAD. Has a DUmmie been outed?

9 posted on 11/09/2004 6:48:17 PM PST by DameAutour ("Go carefully. Be conservative. Be sure you are right - and then don't be afraid")
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Too funny!


10 posted on 11/09/2004 6:51:33 PM PST by Ciexyz (Bush still rules. The sun shines over America.)
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