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So evidently, there's more than one group of self-styled ghosthunters out there. You see stories about them on tabloid TV shows all the time. They run around big old scary houses with IR cameras and whatnot trying to get proof of ghosts on film. Here's the problem: they're looking in the wrong place!
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usual story is, "so-and-so passed away in this house 200 years ago, but his spirit doesn't realize it and is still hanging around today." What? Ghosts are that retarded? Don't you think if you woke up one morning, noticed no one could see or hear you, and you floated through walls that you'd figure out pretty quick you're dead? Wouldn't you get bored moping around a decrepit house for hundreds of years?
Of course you would. So where would you go? That's right! The nearest opposite-sex (or same-sex for gay ghosts) locker room! Sets for porno movies! Changing rooms! Massage parlors! Brothels! I'm tellling you, that's where the ghosts are....
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You've got it all figured out... |
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On a slightly more sensible tangent: a friend of mine gives a very simple argument for the nonexistence of ghosts - they all wear clothes. "Why is it they're always clothed? It's not like their trousers had a 'soul' or a 'spirit', and it's unlikely that their shirt has a good reason to come back and bother the living, so the whole thing's got to be bullshit. Naked ghosts I could understand, or if sometimes just a spectral pair of socks was seen skulking about in some old draughty castle then I might be a bit more open-minded..." etc, etc. |
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I promise to come back naked. |
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I'm still haunted by a cardigan I used to wear back in the 80's... |
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