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Jul. 3rd, 2004 12:43 amWelcome to Mooreland, Indiana. Population 394.
This is the town in which my wife grew up and became the harrowing creature we know and love today. Let's take a walk down memory lane, or rather Broad Street, and try to get a glimpse into the small town life that shaped my wife.
Here we are on a nice, quiet street. Look over there! Why, it's Old Man Duncan's lovely house peaking through the lovely trees.
Hey, Old Man Duncan! Uh...looks like your house could use some new paint. And are those some holes in the walls? Old Man Duncan? I'm sure he's here somewhere. You know, he really ought to take better care of that lovely house.
Old Man Duncan?!? You home? Hey, there's something in the window!
Oh GOD! Old Man Duncan?!? Where's your flesh?!?! Aren't you cold? MOMMY! Make him stop swinging and rattling!
Welcome to Mooreland, Indiana. Population 393.
This is the town in which my wife grew up and became the harrowing creature we know and love today. Let's take a walk down memory lane, or rather Broad Street, and try to get a glimpse into the small town life that shaped my wife.
Here we are on a nice, quiet street. Look over there! Why, it's Old Man Duncan's lovely house peaking through the lovely trees.
Hey, Old Man Duncan! Uh...looks like your house could use some new paint. And are those some holes in the walls? Old Man Duncan? I'm sure he's here somewhere. You know, he really ought to take better care of that lovely house.
Old Man Duncan?!? You home? Hey, there's something in the window!
Oh GOD! Old Man Duncan?!? Where's your flesh?!?! Aren't you cold? MOMMY! Make him stop swinging and rattling!
Welcome to Mooreland, Indiana. Population 393.
