Mustard's CoffeeMaker

Lady and the Tramp, (the part where they're in the zoo and the aligator is "glad to oblige" to get her muzzle off)

Why thank you!!

Whoo, Lawd!

Hiya!

Get your mind out if the gutter! Oh.....wait....is that....uh...me? Oh, sorry.

No question. Fight it.

Shamu

Yeah thats it. I thought it was only women though. Oh well, just goes to show that Mustard's Mom isn't the Miss Priss Know-It-All she thinks she is.

The Cheesecake Factory

LOL Try some of these remedies. 1. Drink some warm milk before you go to bed. I never tried it, because I'm lactose intolerant, but my mom swears by it. 2. Eat a little bit of turkey. Theres something in turkey that makes women sleepy. Sounds wacko but its a proven fact. 3. Eat some vanilla wafers. For some reason even they make you tired. The vanilla wafers worked for me the best. And don't forget- you need at least 64oz of water a day. I cannot express the importance of this enough to you!!!

Sure you can get hugs, Heartless! People would just have to come in from the side!

Have you ever had chocolate covered coffee beans? The're fabulous. But to me, black coffee (with no cream or sugar) is just gross. But now, mocha, thats good.

Yeah I saw something about popcorn and sugar on Unwrapped last night on the Food Network. It was called kettle corn. It looked yummy! Heartless, do you have really bad insomnia? I had it soooo bad in the last part of my second and most of my third trimester.

Microwave popcorn? or pop-in-yourself-on-the-stove popcorn? My dad used to make it on the stove, and now whenever I smell cooking popcorn I get all nostalgic and sad. My dad passed away when I was 14.

Sting, Bilbo's dagger, which he uses along side the Ring to free the dwarves from said spiders.

Mustard says it an "acquired taste". Meaning you have to keep drinking it, even though it tastes awful, to get to like it. But I'll still make it for him, 'cause it sho' does smell good!

Neil Diamond's chest.

I'm not trying to "ruin" your fun, I'm just wondering why you quoted from another thread and put it in here. It was completely off topic, and it threw me for a loop. Why didn't you just post that on the thread you quoted it from? Are you stalking Toka? Thats all I was "saying" about your post. Lets keep on the topic here. Have you ever had a supernatural experience? If not, then share your feelings on whether you believe in it or not.

How did that end up on this thread..........?

Dah-ling, this is my kind of topic! I have a little something unusual to ad to the Edmund Fitzgerald story. And by the way, it is Superior where the E.F. lies. Gordon Lightfoot wrote an absoulutly beautiful song about it called The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Check it out, its hauntingly beautiful. Anyway. Back to the story. The families of the crewmen went out to haul up the bell of the E.F., and replaced it with one that not only said "Edmund Fitzgerald", but it also had the names of all 29 crewmen of the ore tanker that died trying to save their beloved ship. There are a lot of legends floating around about butterflies. One of them happens to be that they represent the souls of the dead. When the families were saying their final farewells to thier loved ones, out of nowhere a butterfly appeared and landed on someone's knee. Keep in mind that this is in the middle of a HUGE lake with land not even in site! Someone snapped a picture of it ( I tried to find it, but couldn't ) as proof. Wacky huh? Now for my ghost stories. I lived in a house that was haunted when I was in grade school. I must have been about 7, and we were renting this fabulous victorian house in the podunk little town of Claxton, Ga. (yeah the fruitcake town) Sometimes we would all be sitting in the livingroom watching tv and we would hear footsteps somewhere else in the house. There were hardwood floors all through the house so footsteps were hard to miss. My mom told me later that she would be in the kitchen doing one thing or another and she'd feel someone tug on her shirt except she was the only one in the house, let alone the room. Or sometimes she would feel an ice-cold draft on the neck, or fingers traced down the length of her arm. One night when I was in bed i felt like someone was watching me, and I turned over and I swear to you there was a man's head floating in the corner right below the celing. I wasn't even scared, strangly enough. I just turned over and fell asleep. In fact none of us were ever scared, because we never felt threatened. My parents decided to ask the owner some questions, they later told my sister and I. They actually simply asked why they get such a great deal on such a beautiful house. The owner told them it was because a man had been murdered on the back porch of the house by his wife. I was just on the phone with my mother, and neither one of us can remember how she killed him, we just know for sure it was on the back porch. Spine-tingling! And to conclude, my Key West Adventure. In October of 2001 I went to Key West with some friends. The first night we were there, we went on this cheesy-donkey Ghost Tour. Towards the end of the tour, though, we came to a little courtyard behind St. Paul's on Duval St. There is a sea captain buried in this courtyard who also happens to haunt said courtyard. He is a very malevolent spirit who has on numerous occasions physically assaulted people and screamed at them to "get out". Keep this terratorial meanie in mind. Also in this courtyard, on the other side is a large stone angel. And across the alley is a buliding with a tragic story. Some years back this building was used as a rec center and Sunday school was taught there as well. One of the teachers was the pastor's wife and she was a very bad wife indeed. The pastor found out that she was having an affair and was so enraged he barred the door of the building one Sunday morning and set it ablaze. His wife was killed along with several other people including small children trapped in the burning building. Now the story is that the spirits of these murdered children come across the street to play under the watchful eyes of the stone angel. The tour guide told us of people who would stick their cameras through the bars of the gate and their cameras wouldn't work. They were fine once they were out of the gates, but wouldn't snap any pictures once they were thrust back through the bars. Also, she told us of a recient tour where someone with a digital camera took a piture of the angel and there were little blue balls of light clearly visible on the LCD screen. There are no such lights on that corner I assure you. There is only one dim streetlamp that is mostly blocked by trees. After we moved to the next stop on the tour, someone brought it to our attention that she also had captured an image of blue balls of light on her camera. We all oooed and ahhed over it and my friends and I decided to try and get the same results with our cameras later that night. Unfortunatly we didn't make it back to that church until our last night there. My friends had brought along an expensive digital camera/camcorder with them. He was trying to get a clear picture of the angel, but it wouldn't focus. He could point it anywhere else but it would not focus on that angel. I stuck my little Kodak Advantex throught the gate and snapped a picture of the angel okay, but his camera was still giving us problems. We were crowded around the little screen trying to see anything spooky when something white zoomed across the screen. I noticed that I did not see this in my peripheral vision even though it had to have been right in front of the camera. I was in the process of asking " Did you guys see that?" when the screen completly snowed over and this face made of that snow rushed at the camera with is mouth wide open, and I felt a puff of wind hit my face and ever so slightly blow back my hair. I screamed, and all was silent for about 2 seconds before one of us said, "Run. Now." And we took off back to our car. Later on, back at the hotel, after an unsucessful attempt to get drunk, we were laying in bed being silly. He was teasing his wife by making ghostly "whoo!" noises in the dark and I was saying all manner of hilairious things. We had finally calmed down when I piped up with, " If that penny is back in the toilet in the morning I'm going to take a picture of it and put it in my scrapbook with a heading of ' The Mysterious Disappearing Reappearing Corroded Potty-Penny!' " at which we burst into fresh peels of laughter. When suddenly I felt someone sit down right next to me on my bed. I jumped up and launched myself onto their bed, not even touching the floor between the beds and landed in between them. We turned on the light and you could see an indentation on my bed and pillow where someone or something was laying. We all heard the tinkle of childlike laughter in the room. It was muffled, but definatly there, like it had passed through decades of time to reach our ears. At this point someone sat down on the bed next to Samantha, and it was then and there we decided to pack up and go, regardless of the fact that is was 3am and we had a 9 hour drive home. I have never packed so quickly- it took me about 7 minutes. We all grabbed as much as we could so we wouldn't have to come back up to the room. As we were loading the trunk I looked back up at the room, and the shade was being held back, and swung back into place while I watched. I informed my friends of this and we redoubled our efforts to get going. The picture I have of the angel has about 3 or 4 little balls of blue light. Spine-tingling, indeed.

What'r you talkin about? I'm so solly, cholly, but I've never noticed! Pardon moi for doing impressions! j/k

Right. TT is an exception to the the rule, because LOTR was intended to be one big book, not three. Plus,would you want to sit in a movie theater for on upwards of 6 hours? Personally, my heiny would take days to recover feeling. Daredevil was horrible.