my brother's stupid friend
is convinced that ghosts exist. utterly convinced.

now this in itself isn't what makes him stupid. believe or don't believe, that's up to you. what is truly stupid is his reason for it.

once upon a time, chris (as that is his name) was painting his bedroom whilst his mother was on holiday. he got bored, as teenage boys do, and left it half painted. when his mother arrived home, she nagged him into finishing it.

but chris couldn't find the paint. it wasn't anywhere. he looked high and low. so did his mother. eventually, he went back into his bedroom.

and there it was.

in the middle of the floor.

all painty and open lidded and ready to be used.

and apparently, this is concrete evidence for believing in ghosts. because only a ghost could have put it there. obviously.

chris is a lovely guy. but this always makes me think:

TWAT.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:35, Reply)