At first, Bob refused to believe the warnings. “Don’t move into that old house,” they said. “That place is haunted.” And sure enough, strange things began to happen. Small objects fell off tables, seemingly by themselves. Soon, Bob could no longer deny the truth: He was sharing a home with Catsper, the Friendly Ghost!
Glowing kitty!
Kitty’s ear looks like it is see-through, and the colouring of the ear lines up perfectly with the dad’s hairline!
That is so trippy!
Trippy! Oh, it takes me back to my shallow callow youth. The things I could tell you!
Me too. Cosmic!
All right, cough up the stories Faye & Murray C.; I’m all ears. 😀
Well since you asked:
Having your mother take you and your stoned girl friends to Baskin Robins and not being able to choose from 57 flavors of ice cream because all the colors are moving. Getting a group giggle fit and your mom has absolutely no idea you all are stoned and keeps asking, “Why are you girls having so much trouble choosing a flavor!”
And no I did not make it to Woodstock. Lol.
A group of us used to get stoned and take two oven racks tied together with a long string; then you put the string over your head and with your fingers push some string into your ears while someone hits the racks with a fork – very far out and groovy – it was sort of a glorified two soup cans and a string idea. Strange use of one’s time, no????
O my gosh! ROFLOL.
Who needs Jimi Hendrix when you’ve got animated ice cream?
Supurrcatural?
Supurrcatyou’resophantasmicandyou’resodelicious….
WOW that’s a mind-trip!
I have to admit it took me a moment to figure out the joke.
What an amazing shot!
…or is it ‘Tails’ of the Supernatural?
That is an excellent picture!
Now I need to google Stalagbite.