with what seemed to be her last breath she screamed " NOT THE POTATO!"

as i force feed the young crimson haired lass her last taste of ireland.

" asfixiation by potato. that will make a good head line if i say so"

this was how i spent my weekends. probly the best way of "breaking the ice" that i could find.
twenty some girls and still not one to take home to the family.

i would continue my courting after this lovely work week. for now it was time to rest for the night.

as i awoke like every day i went to the porch to reseive the morning paper.
headline reading " in a small town based around the church sacralige roams rapment. a killer is on the loose."

finaly ive made a name for myself i gushed it was almost as good as a bowl of waffle batter.

so i went to the bath to clean up for the work day

as i walked in i saw in the mirror a shocking sight. a ghostly figure stood behind me.

i turned in a rush my face turning pale but alas. must have just been the steam on the mirror from the warm bath i was drawing.

crap is that the time. i must rush all this excitement has made me loose track of time as i walked to my door i saw figures standing outside my house . a group of what looked like exercist fan girls.

i walked out the door and asked the crowd " they have a new remake comin out ladies." the crowd stood silent with a stare of utter spite.

the girls all had a bit of framiliarity to them.

then i saw her.

potato girl still enjoying the little bit of starch to her diet.

hmm. a visit from specters. not the best way to start off the day but meh ill work with it. as i walked to my car the ghastly figures aproached me.

first moving at a snails pace and quickly to a rush.

the first one to hit me was the girl i took to the rail tracks for our date.

she grabbed at my legs and tossed them beneith me.

the croud quickly ensued to try and dismember me. i luckly strgugled my way into my car. the angery mob beating on the hood and roof sounding of a thunder storm.

in reverse in on the gas to work on my way i went leaving a burst of smog of the girls that was, behind me.

as i pulled into work i realized i was still looking a mess not having the time this morning to clean up.

my coworker staired at me and laughed at the black eye i hadnt noticed i received from the lovely ladies.

" who did you manage to piss off over the weekend?" one of them asked.

" bad break up, the ladies just dont know how to handle me letting them go i guess."
so i went on with my lovely work day. blue light specails and all. helping old ladies take their bags to their car. you know the things a good guy will do. when suddenly my name over the intercom

" brad , you have a group of... um ladies. here to see you."

as i looked to the front of the store my fan club had returned.