Outing the RKBA's closeted skeletons

RKBA breakroom | not yet printed | RKBA

[Darksheare]

We here at the Road Killed Beeber Association have had it come to our attention that we have skeletons in our many varied closets.
So it was decided to out our skeletons to air in the daylight and exorcise the zombies hiding behind our collective couches.
At least we thought those were zombies but they turned out to be people we don't know watching television..
It has even been rumored that atleast ONE of us is posting 'Dead'!
(I swear it isn't me.)
Though sometimes I do wake up with the odd irrational fear of holy water and wooden stakes.
I haven't been much of anywhere in my life except the laundry room, and even then I was viciously dragged in there kicking and screaming only to be stuffed into the dryer by mohawk wearing punk-rock beebers!
I was thrown out of a store in the mall for assisting with shopping!
I'm told my hairy legs looked smashing sticking out from the hem of a blue pleated miniskirt.
Even if it DID clash with my hunter green shirt and turtleneck.

Why, the secrets to be outed here are horrible!
And I can't tell you what they are, they're secret secret until revealed.
I don't even know some of my own secrets yet until I reveal them to myself!

[Darksheare]

And so it begins!
Come on down, and enjoy the Grand Show.
Do remember to return all tray tables and hobbyhorses to full upright positions and check in all stapleguns with the doormen.
Thank you.

[Darksheare]

Let the tales of horror and incants of outing begins.

[cyborg]

I don't NEED Lanny Davis READING about MY DIRTY BUSINESS lest he try to BLACKMAIL me on Fox News *LOL*

[Darksheare]

LOL!

[King Prout]

a moose once turned me into a newt.


I got better.

[Happygal]

I am a Catholic.
My priest-cum-attorney will speak for me on all future secret outings.

~phew~
Thank GOD for the seal of the confessional! ;-)

[cyborg]

I resent the usage of obscene language on FR! The C word is not appropiate young lady.

[Darksheare]

I was chased by the neighbor's cat once.
The factthat I was carting a huge pile of catnip abotu didn't have anything to do with it.

And I am NOT disaster prone, I have nothing at all to do with pillars of fire springing skyward from campfire pits, nor stones burning, or woodchuck cannons.

[Darksheare]

I resent my own existence!
I'm going to hammer yself.

[Darksheare]

C'mere!

[Darksheare]

I happen to know someone's socks aren't matched!

[Chode]

So it was decided to out our skeletons to air in the daylight and exorcise the zombies hiding behind our collective couches.

At least we thought those were zombies but they turned out to be people we don't know watching television..

and that's the Zombie Troof

[Darksheare]

LOL!

[nopardons]

You looked under my skirts last night? Shame,oh shame on you.

I am NOT wearing socks tonight. harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumph.

[Constitution Day]

[Darksheare]

Kinda hard NOT to when I'm dangling like a spider from the ceiling.

*Coming soon[once it's completely sketched out] to a screen near you! 'Darksheare the Happy Psychotic' comic strip where nothing is happy OR psychotic.. well, mostly!*

[Tuscaloosa Goldfinch]

As a first grader, I was met at the schoolbus (which stopped at our barn to let me out) by a rooster, who chased me home for several days, while all the other children on the bus laughed at me. My father had someone off the rooster with a hatchet.

There. I feel better.

[Darksheare]

The image resurfaces!
"I live... AGAIN!"

[NeoCaveman]

Thank GOD for the seal of the confessional! ;-)

Amen.

Now what the heck is a beeber?

[Darksheare]

Put a hit out on the rooster.
The rooster was dinner that night, wasn't he?
(The missus had a rooster named Rodney the Rotten Rooster. Rodney chased the dauhter-child, and as punishment he became dinner.)