My friend Rick has a monster in his closet. You know those films like "Poltergeist"...or, well "Monster In The Closet" in which things like that happen? Well Rick literally has a monster in his closet. It's not alive, but that's hardly the point...he can say "I have a monster in my closet" in mixed company and he wouldn't be lying. A lot of people can't say that. True, a lot of people wouldn't want to say it but that isn't the point either. The point is that THE MAN HAS A MONSTER IN HIS CLOSET! When we finished the movie "Monsturd" we simply couldn't part with the gigantic costume that was ultimately sealed together as one gigantic piece, so it isn't so much a costume anymore as it is a grizzly hollow statue made of spray foam insulation. So technically I guess you would say that Rick has a "Monsturd" in his closet...which is a very strange thing to say, technically or otherwise. Isn't that and interesting story? No? Well then go fuck yourself. I thought it was fascinating and quite electrifying. If I had a monster in MY closet I would have my nephew and niece come visit and right before they took the Sleepytown train to Snoozeville I would open the closet and say.."Oh...by the way...don't be scared kids, but there's this monster in this closet...but don't worry...he's dead." Then I would turn out the lights and lock the bedroom door.
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hahahahaha ~ that is too funny! :-)
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