The Bride of Frankenstein (Kat-Missouri)

The say that you can't recreate something when it's already dead. Last night's thread was one of the best. You can't get crazier than Guns, Feminine Products, Dead Raccoons on the side of the road and, finally, after every crazy thing that was said, degenerating into a little commenter scuffle. 700 comments later.

No one wants to be like those lame re-makes of TV programs like the Brady Bunch Re-Union after you find out the dad was gay and possibly hitting it with Greg who was hitting it with Mrs. Brady.

But everyone wants to be the Next Big Thing at Ace of Spades. The one that hits it out of the ball park. The one that can break the comment bank.

Probably not going to happen this evening. Seems like the regulars have "comment hangover" after last night. Still, like Ron Paul supporters trying to stack the online polls to make him look electable, we keep trying.

Politics are starting to get boring and redundant between little out takes from the most recent debate. Nothing hot there. How many times can you make fun of Scott Thomas "Killer" Beauchamp?

On the thread last night, somebody asked me why I was still single. Tonight, I bring you:

"The Creepiest Thing Your Date/BF/GF/Significant Other Has Ever Done/Said"

I'll start...One day, at band camp...er..

Okay, my friends set me up with this guy. Big, burly electrician with a beard. He seemed nice enough when we had chatted at different get togethers. He took me to a nice little seafood restaurant with a maitre'd. While we waited for our orders to arrive he proceeded to eat ten toothpicks (apparently, he had a "chew" habit and was trying to impress me with his ability to refrain) and spit the splintered remnants on to the bread plate while regaling me with stories about his tunneled out hide out in the West Virginia mountains, stock piled with food, clothes and a huge arsenal to protect him from the "feds" who were out to get his guns and kill him because he knew too much about the "black ops" that were Ruby Ridge and Waco.

He aired his views on welfare and how the blackman was taking over our country and that Hitler was one of the greatest misunderstood thinkers of all time.

Then he asked me if I wanted to go with him the next morning and see his hideout and guns. Obviously, I said, "no". (We argued all the way back to my house about his "Hitler" comment while I hung on to the door handle planning to jump out if necessary; this was before cellphones were common and affordable by the way)

Three years later he was on the national news being hunted by the Feds because they found some kidnapped girl who had barely escaped from his underground hideout and used her cellphone to call the police.

All right...hit it. What's your story?

posted by xgenghisx at 11:22 PM

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