While I’m on vacation, please enjoy this repeat of a top-upvoted post. Keep sending cute links to submissions@cutetropolis.com! — Mike
Introduced by WQTE horror host Flurnston Boils
Good to see you again, fear fans. I wouldn’t be sticking my neck out to predict tonight’s tale will send chills all the way up your spine. It’s a psychological thriller I call… Stretch of the Imagination.
Frantically, Louise scrolled through the vast medical dictionary. Strange maladies and their treatments blurred past her eyes as she searched for the name of her nameless dread. At last, she found it: Kamilopardaliphobia — the fear of being watched by a giraffe.
A wave of relief washed over her. Then there might be a treatment, a therapy, that could help her cope. So great was her euphoria that she didn’t hear her mistress breeze through the door after a day of shopping. “Lou-eee-eeze,” she trilled, “you won’t believe what I bought you for half off at the Toys ‘R’ Us liquidation sale!”
Photo of Mrs. Hattie Perkins and the looming giraffe of doom, Zarafa, from sender-inner JEC. (Flurnston photo: Marcello il mostro, by akk_rus, licensed under CC BY 2.0)
That kind of is an especially creepy-looking giraffe…
Yay! Flurnston Boils is back!
I luv this story so much. Don’t turn around, Louise.
“Does anyone else here the Jaws theme being played on a bassoon?”
Halloween wouldn’t be Halloween without Flurnston Boils.
I love Flurnston Boils.
And here’s a laugh for everyone, as I somehow managed to trick myself this morning. I’ve recently been craving coconut, so on a trip to the Bulk Barn this weekend, I grabbed several scoops of it, along with several other items we needed. This morning, I walked into the kitchen, opened what I thought was the coconut, and took a heaping spoonful out, popping it in my mouth. It was only after I closed my mouth that I realized it was dehydrated potato shreds.
Duckie, I’m crying over here over your tasting mixup. Such a disappointment, expecting lovely coconut and getting … potatoes! And to make it even worse, not fresh potatoes but dried. Yuck. Hope you get some coconut soon.
Found coconut bag behind potatoes. Rectified situation immediately.
Well at least you had the coconut at the house. It would have really been bad, if you had to go back to the store.
I’m reminded of the time I mistook cinnamon for black pepper and sprinkled it lavishly over my baked potato.
I too am crying with laughter.
Bwaaa haa haa! It’s always a good day for a Thurston Boils tale. And Louise, don’t look behind you.
I love the horror giraffe, I should get one for myself. My kitties would climb it though.
I’m kind of freaked out myself there.