Fright Night -- What Scares the S**t out of You?
It’s been a busy week here at The Barley Banks’ Trauma Castle, what with putting the razor blades in the apples, rolling the chocolate bars in ground glass and replacing a few of the gummy worms with (tee-hee) real worms, but still we’ve had a moment or two to reflect.
I have informed Mrs. Barley Banks, and the daughter, that if the time ever comes when they have to make the pull-the-plug decision on your gracious host, to keep one thing in mind:
I’m not scared of dying. It’s heaven or oblivion for me, bitches! Win-win!
What I’m scared of is pain. Fucking mighty terribly scared of pain.
So act accordingly.
The weekend diversion, in honor of Halloween: What scares the shit out of you?
Now … where did I put my cattle prod? The kids will be here any minute …
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