So a buddy of mine is rehabing this 1920's rowhouse in the city. Too keep his 3 y/o occupied he gave her his smartphone to take pic(Kids like to do that I guess) Anywho, later that day he was cleaning out what she had taken and he found this in one of the photo's.
This is 100% real, I swear on my MS. I'm looking for logical explanations to what could of happened here.
Try to be mature about it. We're all kinda wigged out.
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01-13-2012, 10:06 PM #31Sig line can't be a novel
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01-13-2012, 10:08 PM #32
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01-13-2012, 10:10 PM #33
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
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01-13-2012, 10:13 PM #34
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01-13-2012, 10:16 PM #35
Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of 50$.
However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could be on that front page, it was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR.
There, in bold print, was MSRP 7.99$
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01-13-2012, 10:17 PM #36
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01-13-2012, 10:19 PM #38
Babysitter home with young boy and young girl. She get call parents, who are working night shift in factory asking if everything is fine. She tells them da, but the large statue of Lenin in daughter's room is unsettling.
Later, she is arrested by KGB for calling great father of motherland "unsettling". She is sent to count trees in Siberia.
Such is life in Moscow.
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01-13-2012, 10:20 PM #39
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01-13-2012, 10:20 PM #40
A couple decide to go on vacation. They have 2 kids, and need a babysitter for them. So they hire a babysitter to come and stay for around a week or so, in this very large house. The couple leave to go on vacation. Couple nights later, the babysitter is sitting on the couch with the 2 kids watching TV.
Suddenly the channel changes, to a covered up man putting cement on a wall slowly. This goes on for a couple minutes and the channel goes back to where it was.
The next night, the kids and babysitter are watching TV again... and once again the channel switches to a man putting cement on a wall. This time... one of the kids noticed something very strange... they could see their basement on the TV... and it was their basement wall...
The channel changes back and after a few minutes of confusion, the babysitter and kids decide to head down to the basement. They come up to the wall they saw on TV and could see scratchings on the wall that read "help my husband is burying my alive"
The kids and babysitter turned around, and the next thing they saw, they were being inclosed in cement.
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01-13-2012, 10:21 PM #41
too long; didn't read
*spends 2-3 hours a day on just flexing/posing in the mirror & mirin myself crew*
*very conceited crew*
*denies sex from women on a daily basis cuz im alpha crew*
*told employee at mcdonalds if shes mirin & she started moaning crew*
*had sex with multiple women on the same night crew*
*no condom crew*
*scared of obtaining STD but that doesnt stop me from plowing hoes crew*
*goal in life is to obtain a pet monkey crew*
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01-13-2012, 10:22 PM #42
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01-13-2012, 10:27 PM #43
Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate, Juli, got asked to a party by James, who she had a major crush on. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.
At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.
Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.
She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"
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01-13-2012, 10:30 PM #44
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01-13-2012, 11:14 PM #50
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01-14-2012, 05:41 PM #53We're all children of the misc raised by the broscience of the bb.com articles. We have no depression, no a great war. Our great war is the battle with the white knights. Our great depression is our lives. All raised to believe that someday OP will deliver and post pics. But he wont....and we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, VERY pissed off.
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01-14-2012, 05:42 PM #54
op can u give me sauce on the orange soda experiment??
We're all children of the misc raised by the broscience of the bb.com articles. We have no depression, no a great war. Our great war is the battle with the white knights. Our great depression is our lives. All raised to believe that someday OP will deliver and post pics. But he wont....and we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, VERY pissed off.
Русский Бра Кру
-:¦:-•:*'""*:•.- Wonder full mechanism or our body.Keep posting like this... Crew-:¦:-•:*'""*:•.-:¦:-
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01-14-2012, 05:49 PM #55
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01-14-2012, 08:31 PM #60
It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing.
When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice. "Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages."
Message one.
The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.
Screaming.
You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.
The phone beeps again. You're shaking.
Message two.
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