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You Can Dance if You Want To
by powerofwhy

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Super-Doofus!

06/01/2010

So the other night there was a loud boom from downstairs at our house at 6:00 in the morning. I headed downstairs in a groggy bathrobe haze, fearing our feline occupants had knocked over the television in their endless quest for mayhem.

As I descended the stairs I found the front door wide open, and knew I had locked it the night before. Then a large man I didn't recognize came walking out of our living room. He had a mustache, and wore a blue bandana on his head.

ME: So....what's going on?
MAN: Oh, man, I thought this was my uncles house.
ME: Ok..
Man: ...I'm going to go to sleep..

The man then started to walk back toward our living room.

ME: Hey, man, you can't stay here, we don't really know you.
MAN: Oh...I'm sorry...
ME: Well, hey, we're going to need you to get going, we're trying to sleep.
MAN: ..........
ME: Is there anyone we can call to come and pick you up? where do you live?
MAN: ......I live in williamstown....
ME: Ok. Is there anyone we can call to get you?
MAN: ...Hey, can you give me a blanket so I can go to sleep on your porch?
ME: Ok.

The man walked out to the front porch and we handed him a blanket. However, he did not stay put. He began walking around the gas station next door to our house, with the bright blue blanket wrapped around him like Superman. Then he leaned against the side door of the gas station, kicked it open, and walked in. We called the police then and they caught him on the way out of the gas station. He stole a pack of crackers and a few rolls of change from them.

We found that the man had been going through the living room and tossing things about before I came down the stairs, probably looking for a laptop to carry off.

In the end at least noone was hurt. However, now we have a subpeona to appear in court over this episode. Oh the joys of ghetto living. How has your week been?

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ryc: Thanks

I love how you tell some crazy story about your life and then end with asking us how our week has been ..Nothing like that really happens to me. 99% of the time the ruckus is from our cats and 1% of the time its the dog. Glad he didnt try to kill you..

you don't happen to have dark spikey hair do ya?

[Evidence Of Joy|0 likes] [|reply]

Oh my god that would have really scared me!

[soul_grabber|0 likes] [|reply]

ryc: ah, well... I have what I call 'non dreams' or other's call waking dreams.. they are a mixture of dream and reality. I had a non dream of a picture of a man with short, dark, spikey hair and for some reason I feel like this is someone I'm going to be meeting. I asked you just because I feel drawn to you in some way.. and I am curious to see if I'll find this mysterious man from my non dream. He'd be about your age or a little older. Call me crazy, but doesn't hurt to ask though, right?

[Evidence Of Joy|0 likes] [|reply]

what a strange encounter.

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