In the Theme of things...

In line with our gory, everybody dies theme, I'd like to present some videos that are in the spirit of our posts! Enjoy!

~Diana

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Ginger-ous Goes On...

Ginger-ous, Part 2

She saw him bent over looking at his probably now very badly fractured toe after the vegetable onslaught. He grimaced in pain and almost forgot Ginger was standing there. Ginger bent down too to talk to him not realizing her cleavage was spilling out of her knit top. It was the hypnotist’s turn to be mesmerized. Ginger continues to talk to him about hypnosis but the hypnotist is too hypnotized by her boobs to understand what she is talking about. Finally his finger moves towards her boobs to poke her and, realizing how perverted he is, she slaps his hand away, stamps on his injured foot and wacks him with a nearby breadstick which is so badly baked it is hard enough to cause the hypnotist to fall over unconscious. Now that he's unconscious, she looked aorund, knelt beside him stroking his thick black hair with one hand, while the other hand reached for his back pocket first, and then she felt it, the touch of leather, she pushed and tucked at his butt and managed to pull out his wallet. Then she looked around again, just as she was getting ready to run, she heard a beep and then she realized that it was probably an SMS from her best friend Pepper asking about her first day at work. She made off with the hypnotist’s wallet only to slip on the watermelon sliver (it got her this time!) and go flying out the door in a rather undignified fashion. But it certainly helped her escape theft as everybody was more concerned with laughing at her exposed granny panties than to notice what she held in her hand. She scurried home only to remember halfway that she had forgotten her pumpkin. But that was hardly the end of it…once she arrived home, her dad, who being an unemployed writer lived at home in the attic, watched Ginger run into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. He was very curious, and having run out of ideas for his new bodice-ripping fantasy, horror, romance novel which is written so well that no publisher will touch it, taps on her door… and opens it when no one answered after a good whole minute. The horror on his face was indescribable when he found his only daughter sprawled on the floor with some chinese looking man with thick hair on top of her. The hypnotist had woken up from being hypnotized and had followed Ginger all the way home and caught her off guard in her room. Poor Ginger lay there helpless gasping for air while the hypnotist sat on her belly trying to hypnotize her with some weird rocklike medallion. All the while screaming ‘Give me wallet White Devil!’ Ginger’s dad reaches for a nearby coal poker and whacks the fellow with all his might. The impact of a 250 pound, 6.5 man sent the little Chinese hypnotist through the glass window and down two storey’s to the flower bed below…Ginger sat up groggily to thank her father, only to see him running upstairs to the attic to put in a scene about a hypnotist falling down two storeys into a flower bed into his bodice-ripping novel.

Ginger, trembling and pungent as ever, walked slowly towards her bedroom window, looked down and was horrified to see her skirt missing and the granny panties she was wearing had a hole as big as a ten cent coin. Immediately, all sorts of things started running thorugh her mind, 'did my chinese charmer see the hole,' what does he think bout my panties,' 'would the hole i purposely put there have an impact… should I have trimmed the bushes?’ But all of it didn’t matter because the Chinese charmer was deader than a doorknob on her prize petunias. The wail of police sirens brought Ginger to her senses. She knew she’d be implicated for murder. There was only one thing to do… she began to climb down the trailing ivy on the wall outside her window. But then, she made the mistake of glancing down and she could see the dead hypnotist’s eyes wide open, still emitting uncontrollably hypnotic vibes that caused Ginger to forget what she was doing and fall with a thump of death to the ground below.

Fin!