BringBackFergy Posted September 5 Posted September 5 If anyone has followed the story in the Shoutbox, @Figster recalls a time in the late 60’s when he was confronted by a giant rabbit near the railroad crossing in West Valley, NY. I believe him. Stuff like this happens quite often. His witness (older brother) can no longer confirm the presence of a portal to a fifth dimension. I’m on my way there right now. Stopped to pick up a backup battery, cable, duct tape, carrots and some beer. Will report back later on findings. 3 2 Quote
Draconator Posted September 5 Posted September 5 God's speed. If they have free Gin, let me know the coordinates and I'm on my way. 1 2 Quote
Mike in Horseheads Posted September 5 Posted September 5 28 minutes ago, BringBackFergy said: If anyone has followed the story in the Shoutbox, @Figster recalls a time in the late 60’s when he was confronted by a giant rabbit near the railroad crossing in West Valley, NY. I believe him. Stuff like this happens quite often. His witness (older brother) can no longer confirm the presence of a portal to a fifth dimension. I’m on my way there right now. Stopped to pick up a backup battery, cable, duct tape, carrots and some beer. Will report back later on findings. What kinda beer? 2 1 Quote
Simon Posted September 5 Posted September 5 Was it a Bigwig/General Woundwort sort of thing? Or was it more like this? 1 Quote
Simon Posted September 5 Posted September 5 10 minutes ago, Mike in Horseheads said: What kinda beer? 6 Quote
ExiledInIllinois Posted September 5 Posted September 5 33 minutes ago, Mike in Horseheads said: What kinda beer? Utica Club. Quote
Mike in Horseheads Posted September 5 Posted September 5 3 minutes ago, ExiledInIllinois said: Utica Club. Other peoples (OP) is the best Quote
Figster Posted September 5 Posted September 5 (edited) To fill everyone in we are talking about an encounter my late older brother and I had with a supernatural for lack of better words, approximately 5ft tall rabbit in the late 1960's. Broad daylight very close to our home in West Valley, New York. The memory was wiped clean for over 3 decades. One day out of the blue my brother asks, what about the rabbit. ( I'm getting Goosebumps) The memory came flooding back. Something wiped both of our memory's clean of the encounter. The biggest thing we both remembered aside from the rabbit's extraordinary size was an overpowering sense of high intelligence. My just a little overzealous friend when it comes to finding aliens Fergy, was kind enough to help me get the story out to you guys (without asking) Edited September 10 by Figster Quote
Mike in Horseheads Posted September 5 Posted September 5 28 minutes ago, Draconator said: I was just sent this in a text message So your saying @BringBackFergy should take a holy hand grenade with him... 1 Quote
Draconator Posted September 5 Posted September 5 3 minutes ago, Mike in Horseheads said: So your saying @BringBackFergy should take a holy hand grenade with him... As long as he counts to 3. 5 is right out. 1 Quote
Mike in Horseheads Posted September 5 Posted September 5 3 minutes ago, Draconator said: As long as he counts to 3. 5 is right out. always loved the Flying Circus back on PBS 1 1 Quote
BringBackFergy Posted September 6 Author Posted September 6 UPDATE: Arrived at Figster’s old neighborhood. Rotten tree stumps, Nixon stickers on fences and discarded bumpers. Walked toward the railroad tracks and in the direction of the portal. 26 steps from the lilac bush and old phone booth, then headed east toward the warehouse near the tracks. Figster is right. Magnetic in this area. I find my six pack of Goebels drawn toward the near track and locate the various coins flattened by the abandoned locomotives which once occupied this area of West Valley. My flashlight works ok. Could use a spotlight but it seems dependable. Carrots are fresh and crisp, like the way a woman slaps my face at Bar Bill. Duct tape in hand and an old oak stick I found from the nearby school in hand. I venture into the portal area and see tufts of fur. Not milkweed or burlap, but real fur. Pellets all over the place. Not just little pellets, but golf ball size. The type that would fall from the ass of a six foot cottontail. This is freaky and I may just get the hell outta here but maybe I’ll just…………. (Lost connection) 3 1 Quote
Augie Posted September 6 Posted September 6 23 minutes ago, BringBackFergy said: UPDATE: Arrived at Figster’s old neighborhood. Rotten tree stumps, Nixon stickers on fences and discarded bumpers. Walked toward the railroad tracks and in the direction of the portal. 26 steps from the lilac bush and old phone booth, then headed east toward the warehouse near the tracks. Figster is right. Magnetic in this area. I find my six pack of Goebels drawn toward the near track and locate the various coins flattened by the abandoned locomotives which once occupied this area of West Valley. My flashlight works ok. Could use a spotlight but it seems dependable. Carrots are fresh and crisp, like the way a woman slaps my face at Bar Bill. Duct tape in hand and an old oak stick I found from the nearby school in hand. I venture into the portal area and see tufts of fur. Not milkweed or burlap, but real fur. Pellets all over the place. Not just little pellets, but golf ball size. The type that would fall from the ass of a six foot cottontail. This is freaky and I may just get the hell outta here but maybe I’ll just…………. (Lost connection) I have to wonder where the technology came from for those Nixon stickers. 1 Quote
Figster Posted September 6 Posted September 6 (edited) 1 hour ago, BringBackFergy said: UPDATE: Arrived at Figster’s old neighborhood. Rotten tree stumps, Nixon stickers on fences and discarded bumpers. Walked toward the railroad tracks and in the direction of the portal. 26 steps from the lilac bush and old phone booth, then headed east toward the warehouse near the tracks. Figster is right. Magnetic in this area. I find my six pack of Goebels drawn toward the near track and locate the various coins flattened by the abandoned locomotives which once occupied this area of West Valley. My flashlight works ok. Could use a spotlight but it seems dependable. Carrots are fresh and crisp, like the way a woman slaps my face at Bar Bill. Duct tape in hand and an old oak stick I found from the nearby school in hand. I venture into the portal area and see tufts of fur. Not milkweed or burlap, but real fur. Pellets all over the place. Not just little pellets, but golf ball size. The type that would fall from the ass of a six foot cottontail. This is freaky and I may just get the hell outta here but maybe I’ll just…………. (Lost connection) The flattened coins are mine. You must be getting close. Whatever you do,don't walk through portal! I REPEAT ! DON'T WALK THROUGH THE PORTAL!!! I gotta get back to the game your missing now (chefs losing) Edited September 6 by Figster Quote
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