My haunted apartment.

Oh my God! My house is haunted! I kid you not guys, my house is truly haunted. So there I am lying in bed watching a movie that I had just downloaded when all of a sudden my TV turns on. Immediately I freak out like a little girl and jump like thirty feet in the air. My next thought was maybe I accidentally hit a button on my remote control, which was a nice thought until I found it clear across my bedroom. Yikes! And the freakiest part was I couldn’t turn off the TV. I haven’t used that TV in probably two maybe three months. So why now do these Ghosts of Time Center start fucking with me? I tell you it’s got to be those “they” people again. That doesn’t really matter, the fact is my house is haunted and nobody can tell me different.

AHHHHH!

3 Responses to “My haunted apartment.”

  1. Tara Reid on Crack Says:

    So maybe its time to toss the television off the balcony? Or will you be hosting an exorcism instead?

  2. hungry Says:

    maybe you should beat it with a baseball bat and drag it around by its cord… oh wait…. you already did that to a VCR.. ha ha

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