Discussion in 'The Bar' started by MrWarmth, Nov 22, 2015.
Bite down on DEEZ nuts, ya rat jap bastids!
your chest nuts?
My nuts. Your chin. Deal?
I'm up! Good morning!! Well, I'm in bed deciding if I should get up.
Cool story I read last night. Worth your time on this Sunday morning.
The Last True Hermit
For nearly thirty years, a phantom haunted the woods of Central Maine. Unseen and unknown, he lived in secret, creeping into homes in the dead of night and surviving on what he could steal. To the spooked locals, he became a legend—or maybe a myth. They wondered how he could possibly be real. Until one day last year, the hermit came out of the forest
The hermit set out of camp at midnight, carrying his backpack and his bag of break-in tools, and threaded through the forest, rock to root to rock, every step memorized. Not a boot print left behind. It was cold and nearly moonless, a fine night for a raid, so he hiked about an hour to the Pine Tree summer camp, a few dozen cabins spread along the shoreline of North Pond in central Maine. With an expert twist of a screwdriver, he popped open a door of the dining hall and slipped inside, scanning the pantry shelves with his penlight.
Candy! Always good. Ten rolls of Smarties, stuffed in a pocket. Then, into his backpack, a bag of marshmallows, two tubs of ground coffee, some Humpty Dumpty potato chips. Burgers and bacon were in the locked freezer. On a previous raid at Pine Tree, he’d stolen a key to the walk-in, and now he used it to open the stainless-steel door. The key was attached to a plastic four-leaf-clover key chain, with one of the leaves partially broken off. A three-and-a-half-leaf clover.
He could’ve used a little more luck. Newly installed in the Pine Tree kitchen, hidden behind the ice machine, was a military-grade motion detector. The device remained silent in the kitchen but sounded an alarm in the home of Sergeant Terry Hughes, a game warden who’d become obsessed with catching the thief. Hughes lived a mile away. He raced to the camp in his pickup truck and sprinted to the rear of the dining hall. He peeked in a window.
sorry, not my thing
Which bed? The spare room?
how many people have told you that you look like the latest Bond Girl?
No. Maybe I should though to strengthen my story.
Speaking of nuts...
Are you drunk?
EC knows drunk
Maybe I'll go back to sleep.
Just a long story about a hermit. Fascinating read.
I was off last night. Jacked off. Watched that Jake Gyllenhall movie Nightcrawler on Netflix. Read that hermit story from P-B's neck of the woods.
It's for the best.
Maybe I'll go back to sleep too.
What happened to your girlfriend, did you get rid of her????
That story left me hanging. What happened when he looked in the window,???