"The future ain't what it used to be."

HOW ARE MY POSTS?

as i amble around my palatial estate, a frightfully rainy and dark night. i enter my den, slip cajun rabbit furry slippers on to my feet, grab my smoking pipe in one hand and a mug of warm cocoa in the other, i settle down at my computer and to spend yet another evening whiling away the hours reading Creepo posts. one particular night as i was studying this wise master of postology, my basset hound, "Sparky" is his name, came over and lay beside my chair. the warmth of the cocoa, the presence of my trusted friend Sparky, the rat-a-tat-tat of rain against the window and reading a Creepo post, i found myself transported to an easier, more simpler time. a time when children play, fathers worked, mothers cooked the meals and uncle berny, who lives in the basement, would paint the picket fence. the words seem to flow across the computer screen in a torrent of light, not light that i could see, but light i could FEEL! it enveloped me, i welcomed the familiar sensation; i hear waterfalls, i smell flowers, i am floating on air as Creepo's words flow off the screen, into my eyes, into my brain, in to my very soul. i begin to see god now, i feel his presence, i can smell his divine scent. the castle made of cloud, the moat of blue sky, the drawbridge made of wind, so vivid, so real..........
OH CREEPO! WHAT MALEVOLENT POWER DOEST THOU EVOKE INTO THY KEYBOARD TO ENCAPTURE AND MOLD MY ESSENCE SO COMPLETELY? UNSHAKLE THY CHAINS MY MASTER, LET THIS HUMBLE SLAVE GO!
am i to be seduced by thy force and give my life to the power that is Creepo? or do i lose my soul, my essence and read other posts? no, i dare not, god in heaven take my eyes, but please never allow me to miss one single letter of Creepo's post. lord forgive me for allowing myself to be left drunken, sloven and naked by the intoxicant that is a Creepo post. please Creepo, chain me, enslave me.....no please let me go. stay Creepo, no go!...alas i must be nearing the end of a robsteth post, nooooooo please, noooooo take me back, if only for one moment! .................................
i feel as i'm coming out of a tunnel now, i become aware of my surroundings i see my cocoa is all gone, the mug long ago assumed ambient temperature, i now feel the pink cajun fur between my toes. i look beside my chair, "hello little Sparky" no, he's sleeping now, sleep my k-9 friend, sleep. i looked out the window, no rain. . .how long, how many hours was i lost to the world this time because of a Creepo post. more importantly; how long, how many eternity's will i have to wait until tomorrow night comes and the possibility of another Creepo post for me to read. then the tears come...........
 
Hey Boot!

You actually have a furry pair of Bunny Slippers?
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CAT...
 
cat,

glad to see someone read my reply, i worked damn hard on that one. not "bunny", they are RABBIT, CAJUN RABBIT.
 
AND THIS RELATES TO TIME TRAVEL HOW?

AND THIS RELATES TO TIME TRAVEL HOW?
 
RE: AND THIS RELATES TO TIME TRAVEL HOW?

>AND THIS RELATES TO TIME TRAVEL
>HOW?


LOL!!!
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Oh boot!

Thow knowest not how long I've traveled the world over in search of another genuine CREEPO WORSHIPER!!

Be still my racing heart! For a while I thought I was the only one!

Post on, oh Creepy One!
 
Ah yes, two more worshippers joining the plethera of others who bow to my excellence. All should join me, I give life and I can take it away.
 
RE: AND THIS RELATES TO TIME TRAVEL HOW?

>>>>and this relates...how?<<<<

Easy, time travel is a flight of fancy. Boot supplied us with a flight of fancy par excellance!

And as for creepo I think he is actually creedo acting out another split personality. Lets face it you've GOT to be a little crazy to be intrested in time travel.
 
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