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If you zoom in close, you can see a few people still hiding out there in the woods shivering in fear.
When I was 5, one came down our street (small neighborhood... just a street with houses on both sides)... and busted up half the houses on the other side.
Took my wagon (from my yard!) and never brought it back.
Took my next door neighbor's collie and its doghouse... chained together.
Dog showed up a coupla weeks later... dragging the chain and looking kinda funky.
The neighbor's house on the other side of us was moved/twisted about a foot on its foundation.
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- John
"We had a band powerful enough to turn goat piss into gasoline."
Last edited by Heel n Toe; 06-12-2009 at 03:19 PM..
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