Years ago there was a old man. Now this man was a very old man but no one was really sure of his age
Some said he was 70 some said 90 some even said he was 155.78934393!!!!!!! If you can believe that but that’s not really the subject mater of this tale so as I was saying before he was a very old man and he lived in this big old house the house was a corked Tudor house with rotten wood and bowed walls with corners that seemed never to go anywhere but back around to where they started. From the bottom of the house a fog seemed to flow out eerie and thick enough so that the house constantly looked as if it was in twilight even when that big hydrogen burring orb was high in the sky and when the street lamp was lit in the dark of nigh. However there were no other houses around for miles so why there was a house hear in the first place is rather perplexing let alone a street lamp a road big enough for a whole street and a minny airplane runway is at anyone’s gess. But agene we are escaping the point so one day this old man lets call him Betty went out for a stroll to get himself the latest dance album to burn on his new laptop that he had previously got from dell that morning and along the way he tripped fell over and died.
Unknown "Ickle Dante" - 16 years, 2 months, 14 days ago