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Post by Drifter on Dec 19, 2018 13:50:39 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
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Post by 2old on Dec 19, 2018 14:55:12 GMT -5
t was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
As she was slithering into her red dress her cell phone began to chime, immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
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Post by TheSource on Dec 19, 2018 15:04:44 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
As she was slithering into her red dress her cell phone began to chime, immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
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Post by 2old on Dec 19, 2018 17:27:35 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
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Post by TheSource on Dec 19, 2018 19:12:27 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
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Post by smitty45 on Dec 19, 2018 20:03:46 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress. She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there. The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into. Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out. She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark. From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing. It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror. The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs. She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her. Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train. Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it. As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out. The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?" To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!" and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners." The director yelled cut!
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Post by Drifter on Dec 19, 2018 20:43:15 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
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Post by 2old on Dec 19, 2018 22:22:20 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 12:37:38 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
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Post by 2old on Dec 20, 2018 21:15:32 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
A porcelain chip from the exploding toilet, propelled by the exploding battery, rocketed through the air and pierced the heart of the husband leaving the bride and the blonde staring into space with blank looks... a pose not that uncommon to a blonde female.
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Post by TheSource on Dec 20, 2018 23:51:29 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
A porcelain chip from the exploding toilet, propelled by the exploding battery, rocketed through the air and pierced the heart of the husband leaving the bride and the blonde staring into space with blank looks... a pose not that uncommon to a blonde female.
Suddenly, the blonde snapped out of her blank stare and asked if the toilet still worked because she had to do a ‘number one’.
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Post by 2old on Dec 21, 2018 7:29:27 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
A porcelain chip from the exploding toilet, propelled by the exploding battery, rocketed through the air and pierced the heart of the husband leaving the bride and the blonde staring into space with blank looks... a pose not that uncommon to a blonde female.
Suddenly, the blonde snapped out of her blank stare and asked if the toilet still worked because she had to do a ‘number one’.
With a broken toilet, a husband impaled by pieces of a toilet, and a blonde bimbo running around looking for a place to empty her bladder the bride screamed, "Put a cork in it or use the kitchen wastebasket and help me find the keys to the safety deposit box!"
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Post by Kady on Dec 21, 2018 9:42:06 GMT -5
"....because we need to escape before the cops arrive and we need money, lots of money."
oops forgot to copy...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2018 16:51:37 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
A porcelain chip from the exploding toilet, propelled by the exploding battery, rocketed through the air and pierced the heart of the husband leaving the bride and the blonde staring into space with blank looks... a pose not that uncommon to a blonde female.
Suddenly, the blonde snapped out of her blank stare and asked if the toilet still worked because she had to do a ‘number one’.
With a broken toilet, a husband impaled by pieces of a toilet, and a blonde bimbo running around looking for a place to empty her bladder the bride screamed, "Put a cork in it or use the kitchen wastebasket and help me find the keys to the safety deposit box!"
"....because we need to escape before the cops arrive and we need money, lots of money."
The bride said, "my husband is in charge of money and keys and he is bleeding from the heart! Somebody call 911. I threw my phone in the toilet after Jerry Springer's call."
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Post by TheSource on Dec 21, 2018 18:34:11 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
A porcelain chip from the exploding toilet, propelled by the exploding battery, rocketed through the air and pierced the heart of the husband leaving the bride and the blonde staring into space with blank looks... a pose not that uncommon to a blonde female.
Suddenly, the blonde snapped out of her blank stare and asked if the toilet still worked because she had to do a ‘number one’.
With a broken toilet, a husband impaled by pieces of a toilet, and a blonde bimbo running around looking for a place to empty her bladder the bride screamed, "Put a cork in it or use the kitchen wastebasket and help me find the keys to the safety deposit box!"
"....because we need to escape before the cops arrive and we need money, lots of money."
The bride said, "my husband is in charge of money and keys and he is bleeding from the heart! Somebody call 911. I threw my phone in the toilet after Jerry Springer's call."
Immediately after she said that, she had now realized that perhaps she should have taken the call from the Springer show producer because she had heard that the show pays big bucks to the right participants providing they have no qualms about getting down and dirty in front of an audience of millions.
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