Perhaps one of you knuckleheads can explain why someone didn't drive a stake through Fred Wong's heart at the funeral last week. The mean little SOB is back from the dead and bugging us living people. Thanks a lot, for nothing.
I've stocked up on wooden stakes, garlic, crucifixes and silver bullets. I hope I haven't forgotten anything. Fred shows his puny-assed ghost around here, I'll get my revenge.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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3 comments:
BOO!
May you eat flied lice and die!
Drop dead, Wong. No wait, you already did. Ha, ha!
You know, I thought that Fred Wong's ghost was Kurt and I thought YOU were the Rocksnake, but now I am thinking I was wrong.
I think that ghost is a twisted ugly version of the orginal Fred who was plenty bad enough.
I am scared that he won't go away.
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