I remember always going into the Spamalamadingdong to try to find the dog. They didn't have a dog. Or a cat. Just a ghost. My aunt used to boast that her dog never needed to be fed, walked, and of course, no messy dog hair on the furniture. Of course all of those duties may have been tended to by whatever it was that kept turning on their shower and placing her sewing basket in the middle of the living room. She'd would put it back in the bedroom closet and run to the store and find it back in the middle of the living room. My uncle was a plumber so the shower was in perfect working order....hmmm, plumber...ghosts....I see a connection here. LOL.Statistics: Posted by NinjaPuppy — 01 Nov 2009, 20:10
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