[spn] playing catchup, ep 117?, hell house
Mar. 5th, 2007 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellownedbkupand now, hell house.
they say jensen grew up in richardson, tx... ah, the old homestead. pfft.
oh, a blonde. fun, huh? whatever. she's gonna get eaten first! (if you didn't know, it's a running theme-- me saying everyone's getting EATEN. yes.) they say?? don't you know who they are?? THEY are evil incarnate. hahahh... satan's evil root cellar, where he cans his evil vegetation. DUDE, THEY SEE SOMETHING SCARY. that's the frightening.
or not.
oh! that's the spoon thing. i don't understand about that. how is that funny? aw... i missed him singing. gah. pranks! yay! aw... the nair in the shampoo! you know, sammy should make dean wash his hair in REAL poo. hee. and dean just said low-down. bah. stupid stuff...
pursqueeter? i... no words.
the mall! oh wait. the smaller places. uh... a drive in? pentagon, pentacostalS! oh, the differing stories. aw, he writes for a local lit mag. he's so very... useless. DEAN, PAY ATTENTION. stop looking at the pretty albums. and the kid's scared shitless. serves him right!
and why is the walk so freakin muddy?? squish squish. eww. the emf.... so... if the place has a generator/transformer nearby, it's useless??? worthless.... dean is WAY TOO INTERESTED in sammy's lovelife. way way too interested.
GET OUT NOW. THE SCARY IS COMING FOR YOU. sorta. hee... they called sam and dean amateurs. hee. they are so the ultra-geek. dean's calling it over within 14 mins. and the pranks SUCK. WHY CAN'T THEY HAVE PROPER PRANKS OMYGOD.
why does everyone go to the house in the middle of the fucking night? two words: homicidal ghost. or, more importantly, SCARED SHITLESS. cause that's me. and why do you talk?? you don't talk to the air, you don't walk slowly, you snag and run or you do the most important thing and tell whoever dares you go in to fuck themselves. just like that. with a choice finger. and stuff. and, i also want to point out that the chick? has the fucking tiniest flashlight ever. serves her right too. dude.
oh, so they found a dead body this time. that's messed up. maybe that's cause it's REAL.
ok, who says check out the stuff painted on the walls? *raises hands*
dean just did the "who you gonna call?!" hhahah. i love kripke and his nods at all things previously supernatural. *hugs kripke and the other writers*
oo. double dare. hahah.
and dean's afraid of rats. and the ghost thinks sammy/dean is a girl! hahahah. cause it's ev!l. yes. ev!l.
amateurs.
sweet lord of the rings! hahah.
dean knows where he saw the symbol. THE PRETTY PRETTY ALBUM. blue oyster cult?! *sigh* i don't like the music. not much. *sigh*
dude, i have to say, someone needs to look up stuff... dean---itching powder. sammy in a towel! hee.... itching powder! tulpa, tibet, tulpa, itchy, itchy, itchy.... whatever. SAMMY NEEDS A NEW SHOWER. POOR SAM. jock itch. hahah.
sex!?!.... with girls!!! dude.... the pause was like.... ha.
that thingy that they were pulling??? scarier than anything. very scary. it's the fucking laugh. scary ass shit. too scary.
also, can you kill a spirit? really? well, i guess so. hee! sammy is funny, when he wants to be. but pranks, man! the sound of a sharpening axe? does that work? a crashed server?? that sucks. and sammy slammed against a wall? dude... i think... i won't touch that. and i'll just quietly not say a word about the way sammy yelled for dean, or that dean was carrying hairspray. really.
also, i agree that it's faboo that sammy was the caller, and dean left them a dead fish, or something. truce for a hundred miles. so uncool.
they say jensen grew up in richardson, tx... ah, the old homestead. pfft.
oh, a blonde. fun, huh? whatever. she's gonna get eaten first! (if you didn't know, it's a running theme-- me saying everyone's getting EATEN. yes.) they say?? don't you know who they are?? THEY are evil incarnate. hahahh... satan's evil root cellar, where he cans his evil vegetation. DUDE, THEY SEE SOMETHING SCARY. that's the frightening.
or not.
oh! that's the spoon thing. i don't understand about that. how is that funny? aw... i missed him singing. gah. pranks! yay! aw... the nair in the shampoo! you know, sammy should make dean wash his hair in REAL poo. hee. and dean just said low-down. bah. stupid stuff...
pursqueeter? i... no words.
the mall! oh wait. the smaller places. uh... a drive in? pentagon, pentacostalS! oh, the differing stories. aw, he writes for a local lit mag. he's so very... useless. DEAN, PAY ATTENTION. stop looking at the pretty albums. and the kid's scared shitless. serves him right!
and why is the walk so freakin muddy?? squish squish. eww. the emf.... so... if the place has a generator/transformer nearby, it's useless??? worthless.... dean is WAY TOO INTERESTED in sammy's lovelife. way way too interested.
GET OUT NOW. THE SCARY IS COMING FOR YOU. sorta. hee... they called sam and dean amateurs. hee. they are so the ultra-geek. dean's calling it over within 14 mins. and the pranks SUCK. WHY CAN'T THEY HAVE PROPER PRANKS OMYGOD.
why does everyone go to the house in the middle of the fucking night? two words: homicidal ghost. or, more importantly, SCARED SHITLESS. cause that's me. and why do you talk?? you don't talk to the air, you don't walk slowly, you snag and run or you do the most important thing and tell whoever dares you go in to fuck themselves. just like that. with a choice finger. and stuff. and, i also want to point out that the chick? has the fucking tiniest flashlight ever. serves her right too. dude.
oh, so they found a dead body this time. that's messed up. maybe that's cause it's REAL.
ok, who says check out the stuff painted on the walls? *raises hands*
dean just did the "who you gonna call?!" hhahah. i love kripke and his nods at all things previously supernatural. *hugs kripke and the other writers*
oo. double dare. hahah.
and dean's afraid of rats. and the ghost thinks sammy/dean is a girl! hahahah. cause it's ev!l. yes. ev!l.
amateurs.
sweet lord of the rings! hahah.
dean knows where he saw the symbol. THE PRETTY PRETTY ALBUM. blue oyster cult?! *sigh* i don't like the music. not much. *sigh*
dude, i have to say, someone needs to look up stuff... dean---itching powder. sammy in a towel! hee.... itching powder! tulpa, tibet, tulpa, itchy, itchy, itchy.... whatever. SAMMY NEEDS A NEW SHOWER. POOR SAM. jock itch. hahah.
sex!?!.... with girls!!! dude.... the pause was like.... ha.
that thingy that they were pulling??? scarier than anything. very scary. it's the fucking laugh. scary ass shit. too scary.
also, can you kill a spirit? really? well, i guess so. hee! sammy is funny, when he wants to be. but pranks, man! the sound of a sharpening axe? does that work? a crashed server?? that sucks. and sammy slammed against a wall? dude... i think... i won't touch that. and i'll just quietly not say a word about the way sammy yelled for dean, or that dean was carrying hairspray. really.
also, i agree that it's faboo that sammy was the caller, and dean left them a dead fish, or something. truce for a hundred miles. so uncool.
