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  Wednesday, August 27, 2003


200 WORDS OR LESS:

HAUNTED HOUSE (A FILTHY LIE)

 

Today's question comes from the book, "The Conversation Piece":

 

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#288 How much money would a person have to pay you to spend one night alone in an old mansion that is supposedly haunted?

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Actually, I did it for a dollar just last week. As I lay awake in the terrifying shadows...

 

 

Harv: This ain't so bad. Easiest buck I ever made.

 

Spectre: WHOOOoooOOO! WHOOOoooOOO! [*trip* CRASH!] OW! Stupid darkness!

 

Harv: Who's there?

 

Spectre: 'Tis I, Bob Marley. You will be visited by three ghosts tonight….

 

Harv: That was Jacob Marley, asshat, and... are you drinking a puppy shake?

 

Spectre: ...Crap. Ok, I'm the spirit of Evil Glenn.

 

Harv: You're... you're DEAD?

 

Spectre: What a bigoted thing to say! Just because I'm incorporeal, you automatically assume I'm dead. Animist!

 

Harv: Right. Sorry. So, what's your gig?

 

Spectre: I'm in league with Satan. In exchange for my already black and rotted soul, he gave me ultimate power over the blogosphere.

 

Harv: Old news, freakshow. Gimme something I can take to HQ.

 

Spectre: Isn't it obvious? I violate the sanctity of your home at an ungodly hour and I'm as annoying as a Frenchman at a UN Security Council meeting. Figure it out.

 

Harv: You're a TELEMARKETER?

 

Spectre: Reviewed your insurance needs, lately?

 

Harv: NOOOOOOOOO! No dollar is worth this! [flees in terror]

 

 

 

Evil Glenn is an insurance telemarketer. Spread the word.

 

Instapundo Delenda Est!

 


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