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TickledToDeath said:Play Barry Manalow music non stop for 12 days.
They may like it and be mannilowholics
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There are evil entities in my house, what do I do?
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They may like it and be mannilowholics
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Goodieluver said:
I thought they were called Mannaloonians
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On the subject of Manilow fans....
Barry calls us "Fanilows."
However some fans hate that term with a passion and prefer to be called Manni-lovers.
I like being called a Fanilow.
I am an Unrepentant Fanilow.
And like I said, playing Barry Manilow for them might turn them from evil to good because Manilow is magic and he can work miracles.
Lord knows he's the only thing that kept me from taking my own life after my best friend died from cystic fibrosis. I just didn't want to go on afterwards and was too angry with God and the world at large - and myself for living when she died.
Greiving, angry, depressed, even PMSy - listening to Barry Manilow always puts me back into a good mood even for a little while. He cures everything except my migraines. I call him Vocal Prozac.
Barry calls us "Fanilows."
However some fans hate that term with a passion and prefer to be called Manni-lovers.
I like being called a Fanilow.
I am an Unrepentant Fanilow.
And like I said, playing Barry Manilow for them might turn them from evil to good because Manilow is magic and he can work miracles.
Lord knows he's the only thing that kept me from taking my own life after my best friend died from cystic fibrosis. I just didn't want to go on afterwards and was too angry with God and the world at large - and myself for living when she died.
Greiving, angry, depressed, even PMSy - listening to Barry Manilow always puts me back into a good mood even for a little while. He cures everything except my migraines. I call him Vocal Prozac.
Okay, here's the plan: Equip yourself with 4 100cc vials of holy water and two bottles of good cheap cabernet sauvignon (sp?), and some borax. Ask your neighbor to borrow his/her weedwhacker, an umbrella, a vinyl record turntable, three boxes full of nothing but mismatched lids to tupperware containers and a flamethrower (if your neighbor is one of the normies, you may substitue the flamethrower with a standard groundhog eliminating grenade or one of those cool bar-b-que lighters taped to a can of hairspray. )
Bless yourself with the holy water (just in case) and very quickly drink all the wine (just in case, in case). Grab the flamethrower/grenade/lighter and hairspray combo and start manually eradicating the bastards. Splash a little borax about for show. If this doesn't work, take all the rest of the crap you borrowed from your neighbor and have a garage sale. For some reason, garage sales are a great way of passing along evil entities, making your home more of a rest stop than a permanent residence. The End.
(Please note that if you're dumb enough to actually attempt to tape a can of hairspray to a bbq lighter and you blow yourself up, you totally didn't hear that idea from me, dig?)
Bless yourself with the holy water (just in case) and very quickly drink all the wine (just in case, in case). Grab the flamethrower/grenade/lighter and hairspray combo and start manually eradicating the bastards. Splash a little borax about for show. If this doesn't work, take all the rest of the crap you borrowed from your neighbor and have a garage sale. For some reason, garage sales are a great way of passing along evil entities, making your home more of a rest stop than a permanent residence. The End.
(Please note that if you're dumb enough to actually attempt to tape a can of hairspray to a bbq lighter and you blow yourself up, you totally didn't hear that idea from me, dig?)
