Which Gorey death do you face?
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What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?brought to you by Quizilla
You will be smothered under a rug. You’re a little anti-social, and may want to start gaining new social skills by making prank phone calls.
It occurs to me that some fetishists might not mind this kind of death at all.
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Can’t say my death is all that appealing. Apparently, I will be sucked dry by a leech. . .
Comment by Dawn — Wednesday, 15 December 2004 @ 10:48 pm
I was attacked by leeches once while swimming in the lake on one of our Canada fishing trips. I was just wading along the shore, and when I got out, I had leeches all over my legs and thighs. I was probably six or seven years old. I came running up fromt he lake, screaming my head off. My Mom and Grandma had to pull them off. It didn’t hurt, but just the idea of these parasites attaching themselves to one’s body is horrifying.
Comment by Matthew — Thursday, 16 December 2004 @ 7:35 am
Reminds me of Stand By Me. Ewww. Leeches.
L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks.
You will swallow some tacks. You are a little weird, amybe not so much in a good way. Buy a yellow tie and wear it on your head.
Funny, it was right about the weird bit, but made no mention of the fact that I was beaten over the head by a terrible headline until I bled to death. I don’t think tacks are used as much in newsrooms any more.
Comment by Mel B. — Thursday, 16 December 2004 @ 1:43 pm
No fair, Mel B! I kept trying to get Leo and couldn’t manage it.
Comment by Scrivener — Thursday, 16 December 2004 @ 6:28 pm
My dad likes to buy leeches to fish with, and while they stay on the hook forever, I can’t stand the thought of having them attach themselves to my fingers. Gives me the absolute willies. I’d rather bait my hook a dozen times with redworms or mealworms than once with a leech . . .
I remember wading in the creek down the lane from our house when I was younger and coming back to discover a leech nestled between my toes. Doesn’t compare to you, Matt, but any sort of leech experience is unpleasant.
Comment by Dawn — Monday, 20 December 2004 @ 10:55 am