oh hell no. Genes stuff is in great hands bro. roflmao.
i get what you mean by suppose to have them. i have a couple items that way too.
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oh hell no. Genes stuff is in great hands bro. roflmao.
i get what you mean by suppose to have them. i have a couple items that way too.
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Gotta know, Is your avitar the Florida Chick? LOL!!! 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
Reading back through this tonight has brought up a lot of old memories. I feel like I need to say this. Paulding county is a bad place where a lot of horrible things have happened and the memories and dark energy that **** has created is something to be avoided at all costs. Especially if you are a family with young children. I realize that people die everywhere regularly, but there is something seriously dark there. I'll elaborate through personal stories over the next few days.
This story was inspired by
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story about his dream and is one of the freakiest things to happen to me in the last couple of years.
About a year and a half ago I was sick after getting a tattoo that got infected and was taking some pretty powerful antibiotics.
For context, I was married for 23 years, lived out in west Paulding county during that time, got divorced in 2018, eventually met a great girl and moved into a house in Dahlonega in 2021.
Anyway, I'm running a fever so I don't go to work and I have this dream that it's 9-11 and I'm me on the day that happened, I was doing a service call, got done just after 8 am and get in my truck. I crank it and wsb comes on talking about a plane maybe crashed into something in new York city. Which is what really happened that day.
All of a sudden this crazy looking dude with a white beard and white hair that looks vaguely familiar swings up into the passenger seat. He immediately starts talking and says "Listen man, I know this seems crazy right now but I'm you from 23 years in the future. I've GOT to tell you some things. NOTHING is the same after today. People born later on will have no idea what it means to be from here. Also, 2008 is devastating. There's also a pandemic but don't listen to the hype, you're fine. When ....
This is where it gets weird.
When I wake up, I have no idea where I am. I wake up as 2000 me, not 2023 me. I wake up naked in a room I don't recognize. I sit up in bed and am looking around and am starting to panic.
Where am I? Where the **** are my kids? There is a big brown dog next to my bed that I don't recognize but he obviously is friendly to me. I look at the table next to my bed and actually recognize my pistol I've had since the mid 90s. It's a g26 if you're wondering. The thing next to it I absolutely don't recognize it as a phone. I'm in a state of terror like I've never experienced before.
I get up and go look out the front door and don't recognize anything including the vehicle out there.
I start hearing this sound, I ignore it at first but it keeps happening as I explore my surroundings.
I finally followed the sound back to the room I woke up in and see the rectangular thing that was next to my gun making noise and vibrating. I looked at it and it says Josh on it. Joshua is my oldest son.
I managed to hit the X enough times it answers.
I hear " Dad?"
I pick it up and nearly scream "Joshua!?"
He immediately is like, hey are we still good for this weekend?
And I of course freak him out by telling him I don't know where I am. He thinks I'm having a stroke or something.
I start asking questions about where the girls are and where the **** is Tracey (my ex wife)
He starts filling me in but I can tell he's seriously concerned I've blown a gasket.
Over the next few hours my memory came back but it still felt like I was trying to be someone I wasn't for a couple of days. It was weird af.
Please Delete
story about his dream and is one of the freakiest things to happen to me in the last couple of years. About a year and a half ago I was sick after getting a tattoo that got infected and was taking some pretty powerful antibiotics.
For context, I was married for 23 years, lived out in west Paulding county during that time, got divorced in 2018, eventually met a great girl and moved into a house in Dahlonega in 2021.
Anyway, I'm running a fever so I don't go to work and I have this dream that it's 9-11 and I'm me on the day that happened, I was doing a service call, got done just after 8 am and get in my truck. I crank it and wsb comes on talking about a plane maybe crashed into something in new York city. Which is what really happened that day.
All of a sudden this crazy looking dude with a white beard and white hair that looks vaguely familiar swings up into the passenger seat. He immediately starts talking and says "Listen man, I know this seems crazy right now but I'm you from 23 years in the future. I've GOT to tell you some things. NOTHING is the same after today. People born later on will have no idea what it means to be from here. Also, 2008 is devastating. There's also a pandemic but don't listen to the hype, you're fine. When ....
This is where it gets weird.
When I wake up, I have no idea where I am. I wake up as 2000 me, not 2023 me. I wake up naked in a room I don't recognize. I sit up in bed and am looking around and am starting to panic.
Where am I? Where the **** are my kids? There is a big brown dog next to my bed that I don't recognize but he obviously is friendly to me. I look at the table next to my bed and actually recognize my pistol I've had since the mid 90s. It's a g26 if you're wondering. The thing next to it I absolutely don't recognize it as a phone. I'm in a state of terror like I've never experienced before.
I get up and go look out the front door and don't recognize anything including the vehicle out there.
I start hearing this sound, I ignore it at first but it keeps happening as I explore my surroundings.
I finally followed the sound back to the room I woke up in and see the rectangular thing that was next to my gun making noise and vibrating. I looked at it and it says Josh on it. Joshua is my oldest son.
I managed to hit the X enough times it answers.
I hear " Dad?"
I pick it up and nearly scream "Joshua!?"
He immediately is like, hey are we still good for this weekend?
And I of course freak him out by telling him I don't know where I am. He thinks I'm having a stroke or something.
I start asking questions about where the girls are and where the **** is Tracey (my ex wife)
He starts filling me in but I can tell he's seriously concerned I've blown a gasket.
Over the next few hours my memory came back but it still felt like I was trying to be someone I wasn't for a couple of days. It was weird af.
Guess it was 1976 or so, me and 3 friends had negotiated with this property owner to let us camp on his property by this beautiful creek in exchange for digging postholes or anything else we could help the old guy with. We were 15 and 16 years old at the time. Anyway this one night we were camping and for firewood there was an old house on the front of the property that was slowly being torn down so we would just go up and grab some of that old wood to burn. Being lazy asses and having a little whiskey, we took turns going to get wood. It got to be my and my best friends turn so we start the trek up to the house. As we get close we see a light on in the house. Now there's no power there so it's a flame. We sneak up and I kid you not there are people in there in robes, chanting and crap. Well this was during the whole devil worship craze in the 70's so we turn tail and sneak our little butts back to our campsite but I look back and I see one of them looking out the window at us. I tell my buddy but he says I am just imagining it. We get back to camp and tell our other friends but they've been at the bottle so they don't seem to care. So we settle in to sleep. I'm the only one that has brought a gun. An old 20 gauge pump. So I put beside me and we start to doze. I hear something coming down our path and tell the guys, who are still talking, to shut up and listen somebody's coming. They again say Im just spooked and hearing things. About that time a booming deep voice yells,"Here we come!" Son, I grabbed that shotty fired a round in the air and racked in another round. With all the courage I could muster I yelled, "You better get the hell outta here!" That deep voice suddenly went high pitched and said, "We're going, don't shoot!" And we hear footsteps running, then from the house we hear a vehicle crank and drive away. Well that campout was over. I decided I wasn't going to see if they'd regroup and work up the nerve to come back. So we loaded up in our rusty old truck and took off. Next day in the daylight we went back and looked in the house and saw they had started a fire in a trash can and had drawn pentagrams and other crap. Don't know if they were serious or just goofing around but I do know we never camped there again until after that old homestead was completely torn down. And that's the strangest thing that ever happened to me camping.
This story was inspired by
About a year and a half ago I was sick after getting a tattoo that got infected and was taking some pretty powerful antibiotics.
For context, I was married for 23 years, lived out in west Paulding county during that time, got divorced in 2018, eventually met a great girl and moved into a house in Dahlonega in 2021.
Anyway, I'm running a fever so I don't go to work and I have this dream that it's 9-11 and I'm me on the day that happened, I was doing a service call, got done just after 8 am and get in my truck. I crank it and wsb comes on talking about a plane maybe crashed into something in new York city. Which is what really happened that day.
All of a sudden this crazy looking dude with a white beard and white hair that looks vaguely familiar swings up into the passenger seat. He immediately starts talking and says "Listen man, I know this seems crazy right now but I'm you from 23 years in the future. I've GOT to tell you some things. NOTHING is the same after today. People born later on will have no idea what it means to be from here. Also, 2008 is devastating. There's also a pandemic but don't listen to the hype, you're fine. When ....
This is where it gets weird.
When I wake up, I have no idea where I am. I wake up as 2000 me, not 2023 me. I wake up naked in a room I don't recognize. I sit up in bed and am looking around and am starting to panic.
Where am I? Where the **** are my kids? There is a big brown dog next to my bed that I don't recognize but he obviously is friendly to me. I look at the table next to my bed and actually recognize my pistol I've had since the mid 90s. It's a g26 if you're wondering. The thing next to it I absolutely don't recognize it as a phone. I'm in a state of terror like I've never experienced before.
I get up and go look out the front door and don't recognize anything including the vehicle out there.
I start hearing this sound, I ignore it at first but it keeps happening as I explore my surroundings.
I finally followed the sound back to the room I woke up in and see the rectangular thing that was next to my gun making noise and vibrating. I looked at it and it says Josh on it. Joshua is my oldest son.
I managed to hit the X enough times it answers.
I hear " Dad?"
I pick it up and nearly scream "Joshua!?"
He immediately is like, hey are we still good for this weekend?
And I of course freak him out by telling him I don't know where I am. He thinks I'm having a stroke or something.
I start asking questions about where the girls are and where the **** is Tracey (my ex wife)
He starts filling me in but I can tell he's seriously concerned I've blown a gasket.
Over the next few hours my memory came back but it still felt like I was trying to be someone I wasn't for a couple of days. It was weird af.
You were up late last night... LMK when you're going to be in my neck of the woods, and we'll get lunch.
