An enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the day by photographing the fearsome phantom that lived in the spooky old mansion house at the edge of town.
When he entered the house, armed with only his camera, the ghost decended upon him, moaning and wailing and clanking chains.
“I mean no harm; I just want your photograph,” the journalist said bravely.
Pleased at this chance to make headlines, the ghost posed for a number of shots, and the happy journalist rushed back to his darkroom and began developing the photos.
Unfortunately, they turned out to be so underexposed that nothing could be seen in them.
He was distraught, and went to a local pub to drown his sorrows. Meeting his friends there, they asked what was wrong. Not wanting to tell the whole story, he simply explained with a single sentence: ……
“The spirit was willing, but the flash was weak.”
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the ghost wasn’t the only one groaning after this one…
Hey, there are lots more where that came from [big evil grin]
Bad, bad, bad, bad.
bend over for a spanking archie
@ silverstar, I know – and I only have lots more to come – - –
@ nurse m, Ohhhh – that could tempt me to post more
I’m still ignoring him …
Do you make up this sutff?
No one could make this stuff up. It’s sent here by aliens directly to some peoples’ brains.
@ Buff, thank you for the encouragement – - -
@ Marty, Oh no – it comes to me on a screen and embeds itself in my mind – - -
@ Cybe, do you have similar visitations?
@ Ærchie, why no. At least not much. Any more. Although…
@ Cybe, although ?????
He knows YOU, doesn’t he??? That is proof enough for me that he receives “visitations”!
@ Ærch, yes, yes, although I /do/ know you!
Why do I feel I am being picked upon here?