A question for Ed Glosser

Ed Glosser

New Member
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You're lacing your shoes.

A commercial on television distracts you. You don't tie the laces of the right shoe correctly. One end of the lace is too long.

Later on, the lace touches some mud. It gets dirty.

There's still time! DOUBLE KNOT!
 

jack

The Legendary Troll Kingdom
You're lacing your shoes after taking half a hit of amber 4 way window pane, and it's just starting to come on, sweetly.

The laces turn into Solomon's Scales, and suddenly, there the Old Man is in all his crowning Glory, with Jesus peeking out right from behind his gossamer billowing robe that twinkles and gleams in the corona of light that seems to emanate from his chest.

One scale is heavier than the other, and Eternity Beckons....

What do you do?
 

Ed Glosser

New Member
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You're using the restroom.

You reach for a piece of toilet tissue, only to find there's none left.

RE-STOCK BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!
 

jack

The Legendary Troll Kingdom
Go away.
 

Ed Glosser

New Member
!!!

You're reading an issue of Men's Health.

There's an ad for a new cologne, complete with a sample.

You catch a whiff of the sample. It causes you to sneeze for at least a good half-minute.

PICK UP MAXIM INSTEAD!
 

Ed Glosser

New Member
The Dork Lord said:
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You go to sleep tonight, but you forget to turn off a lamp in your living room.

The bulb burns out.

You go to change it, but have no more bulbs.

YOU CAN STILL MAKE THAT ONE BULB LAST!!!
 

The Dork Lord

Whipping Boy
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Batman

The Dark Knight
Ed Glosser said:
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You go to sleep tonight, but you forget to turn off a lamp in your living room.

The bulb burns out.

You go to change it, but have no more bulbs.

YOU CAN STILL MAKE THAT ONE BULB LAST!!!

You continue this annoying "trivial psychic" charade.

You eventually find it becomes a compulsion, spilling into your real life.

You end up making your "predictions" come true. At first, theyr'e trivial.

Then they become murderous.

You're now a themed villain.

You're about to murder a bank owner, who you threatened to kill at the strike of midnight.

I burst through the parlor window, my heel connecting with your unshaved double chin.

You fall to the floor, broken and bleeding, caught in the shadow of the Bat.
 
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