Pissed that you never found a pot of gold from a Leprechaun under a rainbow? I hear ya. I’m pretty pissed about that myself. I chased rainbows for a whole summer once, driving a Ford Pinto, hanging a super soaker out the window, trying to create rainbows on the open highway. No dice. Leprechauns are the tight-fisted cheapskates of the mythical world.
Now we can have our revenge. This little greedy O’Grady, Paddy McDuff or whatever his name was, didn’t have the luck of Irish, to which I can only say HAHA, Nelson from the Simpsons style.
Now you can display his gold lovin’ corpse in your home. He’s just $47. from Etsy seller footstepsinthewind. He has a little gold chain that no one has been able to pry from his dead fingers, his throne and a small gold piece. So, I’m calling him….Paddy O’Furniture.
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Many come from miles away to talk to the dead. She watches them watching her. She can feel the planchette tracing words on her face. She speaks the words aloud, forming sentences. The ghosts’ hands are cold. So very cold.
It’s ducky dump time for this little bird making turds. He’s clearly been there for a while. He hasn’t even opened that roll of toilet paper and he has all kinds of reading material and a mug. Not enough roughage. 
It took these backdoor probing freaks a while, but they finally realized they were getting nowhere abducting hayseeds and set their sights on a more worthy endeavor. Abducting cheeseburgers!