What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

I got lost at work today in some very deep and intensive thought regarding the possibility of ghosts and the spirit world in general...

When I was a kid and my grandparents passed away, I would occasionally wonder if one of them ever came to visit me and watch over me. The thought of that happening would give me a certain level of comfort. Then as I got older and was sitting in front of my computer alt-tabbing between 18 different PornHub browser windows next to a fresh jar of coconut oil, I recognized how terrifying the idea of a ghostly grandparent visit actually was. I'm fairly certain when my time comes, a number of ghostly personalities are probably going to have one very serious and lengthy sit-down with me in the afterlife (do ghosts actually sit?).

Pondering all this, I came to an obvious conclusion. There is no such thing as ghosts. There can't be. But Taegul, why do you say that? Simple. Guys are such absolute fucking pervs, there is no way that death would change them. The hottest chicks in the world would be so fucking haunted, we'd all know about it because they would have SO MANY spirit stalkers haunting their asses 24/7. These hot actresses, models, and social media influencers would have so much ectoplasm spooged all over their walls and floors at home, they'd constantly be stuck like a fly in a sticky spiderweb.

Sorry to all those reading this who "want to believe", but there ain't no way ghosts are real!

Now the Loch Ness Monster? Well, duh. Of course that's real...
 
I got lost at work today in some very deep and intensive thought regarding the possibility of ghosts and the spirit world in general...

When I was a kid and my grandparents passed away, I would occasionally wonder if one of them ever came to visit me and watch over me. The thought of that happening would give me a certain level of comfort. Then as I got older and was sitting in front of my computer alt-tabbing between 18 different PornHub browser windows next to a fresh jar of coconut oil, I recognized how terrifying the idea of a ghostly grandparent visit actually was. I'm fairly certain when my time comes, a number of ghostly personalities are probably going to have one very serious and lengthy sit-down with me in the afterlife (do ghosts actually sit?).

Pondering all this, I came to an obvious conclusion. There is no such thing as ghosts. There can't be. But Taegul, why do you say that? Simple. Guys are such absolute fucking pervs, there is no way that death would change them. The hottest chicks in the world would be so fucking haunted, we'd all know about it because they would have SO MANY spirit stalkers haunting their asses 24/7. These hot actresses, models, and social media influencers would have so much ectoplasm spooged all over their walls and floors at home, they'd constantly be stuck like a fly in a sticky spiderweb.

Sorry to all those reading this who "want to believe", but there ain't no way ghosts are real!

Now the Loch Ness Monster? Well, duh. Of course that's real...
DUDE! Have you considered getting help? It may be too late, but it may be your only hope.
And you gotta know all of those who have gone before were all massive wankers too. They’re just jealous that you have the internet.
 
Last year I bought a fleece poncho to keep me warm while sitting in bed at night reading. If you snap up the hole (without your head in it) it becomes a blanket. 😋
And if you snap it up without remembering to pull your head out does your head fall off? Just wondering.
 
I got lost at work today in some very deep and intensive thought regarding the possibility of ghosts and the spirit world in general...

When I was a kid and my grandparents passed away, I would occasionally wonder if one of them ever came to visit me and watch over me. The thought of that happening would give me a certain level of comfort. Then as I got older and was sitting in front of my computer alt-tabbing between 18 different PornHub browser windows next to a fresh jar of coconut oil, I recognized how terrifying the idea of a ghostly grandparent visit actually was. I'm fairly certain when my time comes, a number of ghostly personalities are probably going to have one very serious and lengthy sit-down with me in the afterlife (do ghosts actually sit?).

Pondering all this, I came to an obvious conclusion. There is no such thing as ghosts. There can't be. But Taegul, why do you say that? Simple. Guys are such absolute fucking pervs, there is no way that death would change them. The hottest chicks in the world would be so fucking haunted, we'd all know about it because they would have SO MANY spirit stalkers haunting their asses 24/7. These hot actresses, models, and social media influencers would have so much ectoplasm spooged all over their walls and floors at home, they'd constantly be stuck like a fly in a sticky spiderweb.

Sorry to all those reading this who "want to believe", but there ain't no way ghosts are real!

Now the Loch Ness Monster? Well, duh. Of course that's real...
@TotallyNotTaegul Definitely has ghost stalkers schmearing ghostly splooge all over her nightly.
 
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Oh, I'm sure she bathes in ectoplasm.
You know what I think? There are no ghosts, because after death, we get to go somewhere else. Not heaven or Hell or any kind of divine judgement, we just get to be born into another life in worlds that don't suck and nobody ever wants to come back to tell us about it. Not even for love. This IS hell. But then...we are all the demons who torment one another.
 
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