"I just read a personals ad which we described as:
'Not just a train wreck. But like the train hit a cow, jumped the track, plowed across the highway, through a hospital, and landed on a playground. Then when the priests show up to give the children last rites, the train explodes. So the mothers who are home mourning their dead children get to watch rosary-encrusted hands splattering out of hte sky onto the family minivan.'
This was then acted out, with sound effects...
'MOO!, *thump*, crash, *honk*honk* *crash* 'paging doctor...' *smash* whee! *kersmash* 'Our father who art in heaven *BOOM!* 'Timmy! Oh my poor timmy!' *splat*splat*'
We are very, very sick ppl."
'Not just a train wreck. But like the train hit a cow, jumped the track, plowed across the highway, through a hospital, and landed on a playground. Then when the priests show up to give the children last rites, the train explodes. So the mothers who are home mourning their dead children get to watch rosary-encrusted hands splattering out of hte sky onto the family minivan.'
This was then acted out, with sound effects...
'MOO!, *thump*, crash, *honk*honk* *crash* 'paging doctor...' *smash* whee! *kersmash* 'Our father who art in heaven *BOOM!* 'Timmy! Oh my poor timmy!' *splat*splat*'
We are very, very sick ppl."