Beware the Tootsie Rolls

So, HiBopSka and I were in the van chasing a tip on...yeah, you guessed it...a haunted house!  It lead us to Biddleton.  At first, the small town seemed like a regular ol' small town.  But, we (being the seasoned hunters that we are) knew better than to believe what we saw.  We knew to follow the wisdom buried deep within our guts.

Unfortunately, the feeling deep within our guts turned out to be diarrhea.  Or, should I say..."fortunately."  (This is where the wisdom comes in.)  For you to understand, I need to take a tangent.

*insert dramatic music*

When we entered the town, all seemed relatively normal.  People were walking around, children playing, dogs humping, etc.  After walking around town a while, we began to get hungry.  So we walked into "Tootsie's," a small diner.  They had yummy-looking rolls there, so we bought some.  We took them out to the van to eat (it's best not to spend too much time in public when hunting ghosts).  They would make for a great desert.

We broke out the chili (we also bought chili) and ate it first.  Half way through the bowl, I thought, "Holy Sh*t!  My a** is gonna 'splode.  What a b*tch!"  Luckily, a blue boy was right across the street.  I hobbled over to it as fast as I could  (had to race HiBopSka, but not too quickly).  I got there first.  (I think HiBopSka used a bush.)

That's when things got weird.

My EMF reader falls out of my sidepack onto the dirty floor.  It turns on (a touchy switch), and it goes bonkers.  I think "WTF???"  Yeah, you guessed it...I had roll crumbs on my pants (one was in my pocket).  The rolls were friggin' hot!  So, don't eat the food in Biddleton.  (And stay out of the blue boy on Washington St, it really stinks.)

K, now it's time to get ou there and figure out what the h*ll's going on in this ghost-ridden place.

TIA

WTF??? This is BullSh*t!!!

My old site got ripped down!  I'm so pissed!  All those years of valuable information gone, in a flash.  This is intolerable.  But it ain't gonna stop me.  No way!  I'm rebuilding it all, from the ground up.

I don't know who did it, but I bet it is some global or national secret world organization trying to shut me up!  Don't matter now, I'm back in the saddle.  Hear that interwebworld??  I'm BACK in the MF SADDLE!  No one can keep me (or my site) down for long.  I'm a hunter, dammit!  Nobody keeps a hunter down!  Period.

Power to the Hunter!