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Originally posted by jeffhasapond:
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Originally posted by Bruce Condello:

And by the way, I've rounded the corner to that pond exactly twenty-two times now, and MJ has scared the livin' woo-woo out of me every time.
AH HA! I knew I wasn't the only one that was freaked out by Mj! The rest our fellow forum members just weren't man enough to admit it. Come fellow pond meisters, it's ok to admit your afraid of Mj. It's ok to admit that you had a bad dream about Mj....

It was a quiet night under the light of a full moon. The only audible noise was the muted lapping of water against the pond's shore. As the clock struck twelve Mj's left hand slowly began to twitch, then his right. Suddenly twin beams of brilliant red light emanated from Mj's eye sockets and he slowly rose to his feet. He turned to face the house, his evil expression never changing. With a zombie-like gait he approached the house, the squish, squish, squish sound of his foot steps going unnoticed.

Finding the back door of the house unlocked Mj entered the house and moved toward the kitchen. In a deliberate and stealthy manner he searched the kitchen cabinets placing one item after another on the counter. He gathered up the ingredients that he had so carefully collected in his left arm and quietly opened a drawer with his right hand. The glimmer of sharpened steel flashed in the moon light as he retrieved the butcher knife.

He exited the kitchen and moved with a deliberate and seemly malice-filled stride toward the bedroom. He slowly and quietly opened the bedroom door, its occupants completely unaware of the events that were about to unfold. The innocent sleepers were suddenly jolted awake as Mj began a blood curdling shriek. With this the assault had begun, the large knife slashing through the evening air. Clutching their covers as though some protection would be offered by mere fabric, they were terrified by the sight�. the room was being littered with carnage from the brutal attack, bits of chocolate, pieces of graham crackers and chunks of marshmallows seemed to rain down around them as Mj repeatedly shrieked �S�mores for me, S�mores for you, S�mores for everyone!�
JHAP, you my friend are in the wrong business. You should be a writer! I bet you could sell a screen play to the movie makers.

I am LSHIFIMP (Laughing so hard I fell in my pond!!)

Chris