Does anybody know of an effective way to trap gnomes? My apartment seems to have a rather bad infestation. I haven’t seen them so far, but just this week several things have gone missing. An MP3 player and my wallet being the big ones, but any random thing I’ve happened to be looking for has been curiously absent as well. The MP3 player could have been lost anywhere, but the wallet was never taken out of the apartment — I haven’t been using the purse it fits into, and have been taking the cards out and putting them loose into my smaller purse (at least that means I didn’t lose anything important IN the wallet). There haven’t been any shady or unsupervised people in the apartment, and besides, what would anyone want with a bottle of Lysol, a spool of black thread, some pink barrettes, or a couple of 18g needles? It could only be gnomes. I’m convinced of it. I’m not one of those people that misplaces things. The table beside our bed, the desk, and the bathroom closet all look like tornadoes hit them, but I know exactly what’s there, and exactly where it is. So now I need to capture and torture these gnomes, and get them to give my stuff back. Advice, please.
Underware.
Underware.
It may not be Gnomes. It may be the guy living behind your closet wall. The guy has his own secret door known only to him. Lets look at the items stolen and summarize why he would have taken them.
Your wallet, your MP3 player, a bottle of Lysol, a spool of black thread, some pink barrettes, a couple of 18g needles.
I summarize the guy is sewing an effigy of you with the spool of black thread and the 18g needles (like that guy in “Silence of the Lambs”) out of pieces of skin he finds laying around when he goes out for his nature walks. The wallet is to fill a void because he couldn’t find that last piece of skin. Died properly, wallet leather makes a great skin substitute. The bottle of Lysol is to mask the smell of rotting flesh. The pink barrettes is so he can make you “pretty.” The MP3 player is so he can whistle while he works.
That wasn’t that hard to figure out. :twisted:
It may not be Gnomes. It may be the guy living behind your closet wall. The guy has his own secret door known only to him. Lets look at the items stolen and summarize why he would have taken them.
Your wallet, your MP3 player, a bottle of Lysol, a spool of black thread, some pink barrettes, a couple of 18g needles.
I summarize the guy is sewing an effigy of you with the spool of black thread and the 18g needles (like that guy in “Silence of the Lambs”) out of pieces of skin he finds laying around when he goes out for his nature walks. The wallet is to fill a void because he couldn’t find that last piece of skin. Died properly, wallet leather makes a great skin substitute. The bottle of Lysol is to mask the smell of rotting flesh. The pink barrettes is so he can make you “pretty.” The MP3 player is so he can whistle while he works.
That wasn’t that hard to figure out. :twisted:
That “:twisted:” thing is supposed to be a devil smiley. It doesn’t seem to work on this site. :(
That “:twisted:” thing is supposed to be a devil smiley. It doesn’t seem to work on this site. :(
Sorry, let me return those items to your prompt :/
Sorry, let me return those items to your prompt :/
MacGyver!
MacGyver!
I figured that out about the no smiley deal.
I figured that out about the no smiley deal.
On your “Track this conversation” thing for this thread, there is this comment (below) posted by you. Why isn’t it here on the mainsite?
Candice:
I don’t think anyone in my building is sewing any effigies of me, but somehow, I’d have to bet that someone in the world definitely is. All these creepy characters I run into online… Tends to happen when your boobs are on the interbutts.
And yeah.
No smilies allowed up in this blog.
On your “Track this conversation” thing for this thread, there is this comment (below) posted by you. Why isn’t it here on the mainsite?
Candice:
I don’t think anyone in my building is sewing any effigies of me, but somehow, I’d have to bet that someone in the world definitely is. All these creepy characters I run into online… Tends to happen when your boobs are on the interbutts.
And yeah.
No smilies allowed up in this blog.
uh….
Don’t ask me all these questions.
It’s, um, Friday, or something. I think.
I can’t be figuring this shit out.
But yeh, I wrote that. It should be here. What the fluffer mucking duck!?
uh….
Don’t ask me all these questions.
It’s, um, Friday, or something. I think.
I can’t be figuring this shit out.
But yeh, I wrote that. It should be here. What the fluffer mucking duck!?
So, um, you can, um, see the , um post too, eh?
So, um, you can, um, see the , um post too, eh?
In that “Track this conversation” thing I meant.
In that “Track this conversation” thing I meant.
Yeah, I sure can. Plus, I remember posting it. So you’re not imagining things.
Website, what is wrong with you!?
Yeah, I sure can. Plus, I remember posting it. So you’re not imagining things.
Website, what is wrong with you!?