Behold the power of Cheese!
I bet you all are wonder what Mothman, Cheese, Duct tape and Police have in common? Not really? Too bad. Because I got a story that involves them. Made public for Sarah's friends too.
So, last night Sarah (Formally known as The 601) and I decided that we wanted to see a graveyard. Namely the one Sarah refused to set foot in due to the presence of a certain goatman. Of course we had to trek a half a mile up hill to get there. Which doesn't seem like much, but we're out of shape. Anyways, we got there and saw no goatman, much to Sarah's relief. All we saw was some ominous trees. One that Sarah claims to have the Devil with penises on it.
Which I don't see
and this gnarled fellow.
So we went back to Sarah's house to look at the pictures we took, which were disappointing. After awhile, Sarah starts talking about all this cheese she has in the fridge. You see, Sarah recently acquired a quite a bit of cheese, I think close to two hundred individually wrapped slices of cheese.
And with that much cheese, you have to due something grand. Then she starts talking about making a suit of cheese to put on a statue. I said that there was that statue in Gallipolis, but we decided against it. Then the little light went off. Mothman.
You see, across from Gallipolis is a place called Point Pleasant. That's where the infamous Mothman supposedly resides. In honor of Mothman, Point Pleasant has a 1500 pound statue of him. And I won't lie, the thing is ugly. But that's okay, because mothman and us are tight.
So anyway, we decided to dress Mothman up with cheese. Mainly a cheese mini skirt and purse. First we started off sewing the cheese.
I kept bugging Sarah about using duct tape the whole time, but she continued to sew away.
But sadly, these slices of cheese weren't made with real milk, but oil, so we had to move to the kitchen.
By this time we were smelling like cheese and we were hungry. But we couldn't eat until we done are job. That's the rules. Eat after pranks.
The sewing thing wasn't working out like we planned sooooo.....
DUCT TAPE!!! I was very excited.
After the skirt was finished, we worked on the purse and earrings. We added a backing to the "purse" and left a message.
Then it was off to Point Pleasant. We drove around a bit because we forgot where the damn thing was. When we found it, we hopped out and started taping the cheese to Mothman. He has absolutely no ass.
That's me between his legs. Got a problem?
When our deed was done, we got back into the car and pulled away. Then we realized a flaw in our wonderfully thought out plan.
Exits and backups.
We were stopped by a police officer who asked us if we defaced Mothman (Spray paint, scratching, etc) and we said "No" and then confessed that we cheesed him. Sarah said we will clean him up and the officer said we best do that. But as soon as we got back to the statue, he told us to stop because he wanted to see what we actually done.
This gets weird.
He walks around the statue with this strange look on his face. His partner on the radio asked him is he apprehended us yet and what were we doing. He replied back that he had and that he should come down there. A few seconds later an older cop came over and started staring at the statue. Then after talking to us for a bit, he told us to fix the skirt because we already took part of it off and leave it there. So we were able to leave without getting arrested and the cheese remained on the statue.
Here's to the cops with a sense of humor!
So, last night Sarah (Formally known as The 601) and I decided that we wanted to see a graveyard. Namely the one Sarah refused to set foot in due to the presence of a certain goatman. Of course we had to trek a half a mile up hill to get there. Which doesn't seem like much, but we're out of shape. Anyways, we got there and saw no goatman, much to Sarah's relief. All we saw was some ominous trees. One that Sarah claims to have the Devil with penises on it.
Which I don't see
and this gnarled fellow.
So we went back to Sarah's house to look at the pictures we took, which were disappointing. After awhile, Sarah starts talking about all this cheese she has in the fridge. You see, Sarah recently acquired a quite a bit of cheese, I think close to two hundred individually wrapped slices of cheese.
And with that much cheese, you have to due something grand. Then she starts talking about making a suit of cheese to put on a statue. I said that there was that statue in Gallipolis, but we decided against it. Then the little light went off. Mothman.
You see, across from Gallipolis is a place called Point Pleasant. That's where the infamous Mothman supposedly resides. In honor of Mothman, Point Pleasant has a 1500 pound statue of him. And I won't lie, the thing is ugly. But that's okay, because mothman and us are tight.
So anyway, we decided to dress Mothman up with cheese. Mainly a cheese mini skirt and purse. First we started off sewing the cheese.
I kept bugging Sarah about using duct tape the whole time, but she continued to sew away.
But sadly, these slices of cheese weren't made with real milk, but oil, so we had to move to the kitchen.
By this time we were smelling like cheese and we were hungry. But we couldn't eat until we done are job. That's the rules. Eat after pranks.
The sewing thing wasn't working out like we planned sooooo.....
DUCT TAPE!!! I was very excited.
After the skirt was finished, we worked on the purse and earrings. We added a backing to the "purse" and left a message.
Then it was off to Point Pleasant. We drove around a bit because we forgot where the damn thing was. When we found it, we hopped out and started taping the cheese to Mothman. He has absolutely no ass.
That's me between his legs. Got a problem?
When our deed was done, we got back into the car and pulled away. Then we realized a flaw in our wonderfully thought out plan.
Exits and backups.
We were stopped by a police officer who asked us if we defaced Mothman (Spray paint, scratching, etc) and we said "No" and then confessed that we cheesed him. Sarah said we will clean him up and the officer said we best do that. But as soon as we got back to the statue, he told us to stop because he wanted to see what we actually done.
This gets weird.
He walks around the statue with this strange look on his face. His partner on the radio asked him is he apprehended us yet and what were we doing. He replied back that he had and that he should come down there. A few seconds later an older cop came over and started staring at the statue. Then after talking to us for a bit, he told us to fix the skirt because we already took part of it off and leave it there. So we were able to leave without getting arrested and the cheese remained on the statue.
Here's to the cops with a sense of humor!