Skeptic4Sure's Gravy Debunking Thread!

I like the idea of Skipfersher sitting on it - as he admits to doing. Hopefully it is appropriately long and thick.
 
If I, I get to know your name
Well if I, could trace your private number, baby

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
I want some, want some

I set my sights on you
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby

All I know is that to me
You look like you're having fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out here I come

Chorus:

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

I got to be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in just a little bit closer

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

(Chorus)

I want your love...
I want your love...

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

(Chorus)

I want your love...
I want your love...

(Chorus, repeat and fade)
 
I can't go out no more. There's a man by the door in a raincoat smoking a cigarette But I've put him in my diary and the mailers are all lined up on the bed, bloody in the glow of the bar sign next door He knows that if I die (or even drop out of sight) the diary goes and everyone knows the CIA's in Virginia 500 mailers bought from 500 drug counters each one different and 500 notebooks with 500 pages in everyone. I am prepared. * * * I can see him from up here. His cigarette winks from just above his trenchcoat collar and somewhere there's a man on a subway sitting under a Black Velvet as thinking my name. Men have discussed me in back rooms. If the phone rings there's only a dead breath. In the bar across the street a snubnose revolver has changed hands in the men's room Each bullet has my name on it. My name is written in back files and looked up in newspaper morgues. My mother's been investigated; than God she's dead. They have writing samples and examine the back loops of pees and crosses of tees. My brother's with them, did I tell you? His wife is Russian and he keeps asking me to fill out forms. I have it in my diary. Listen-- listen do listen: you must listen. In the rain, at the bus stop. black crows with black umbrellas pretend to look at their watches, but it's not raining. Their eyes are silver dollars. Some are scholars in the pay of the FBI most are the foreigners who pour through our streets. I fooled them got off the bus at 25th and Lex where a cabby watched me over his newspaper. In the room above me an old woman has put an electric suction cup on her floor It sends out rays through my light fixture and now I write in the dark by the bar sign's glow. I tell you I know. They sent me a dog with brown spots and a radio cobweb in its nose. I drowned it in the sink and wrote it up in folder GAMMA. I don't look in the mailbox anymore. The greeting cards are letter-bombs. (Step away! Goddam you! Step away. I know tall people! I tell you I know very tall people!) The luncheonette is laid with talking floors and the waitress says it was salt but I know arsenic when it's put before me. And the yellow taste of mustard to mask the bitter odor of almonds. I have seen strange lights in the sky. Last night a dark man with no face crawled through nine miles of sewer to surface in my toilet, listening for phone calls through the cheap wood with chrome ears. I tell you, man, I hear. I saw his muddy handprints on the porcelain. I don't answer the phone now, have I told you that? They are planning to flood the earth with sludge. They are planning break-ins They have got physicians advocating weird sex positions. They are making addictive laxatives and suppositories that burn. They know how to put out the sun with blowguns. I pack myself in ice--have I told you that? It obviates their infrascopes. I know chants and I wear charms. You may think you have me but I could destroy you. any second now. Any second now. Any second now. Would you like some coffee, my love? Did I tell you I can't go out no more? There's a man by the door in a raincoat
Paranoid: A Chant Stephen King Skeleton Crew
 
DarkMagician said:
If I, I get to know your name
Well if I, could trace your private number, baby

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
I want some, want some

I set my sights on you
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby

All I know is that to me
You look like you're having fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out here I come

Chorus:

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

I got to be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in just a little bit closer

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

(Chorus)

I want your love...
I want your love...

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

(Chorus)

I want your love...
I want your love...

(Chorus, repeat and fade)
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Video for maximum effect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2OtnUHP68M
 
So Gravy, have you debunked Septic4Sure's evidence yet? You know, if you don't debunk it in the next 48hrs, then it'll have been proven true.

It's a small matter that it's not been presented yet, but I'm sure that only goes to show what a cast-iron case he's making.

Or something.

Actually, if someone could just give me a nudge when he gets round to posting anything interesting, that'd be great. Thanks. As soon as the information's in.

:pigsfly
 
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Bump-ba-dump-bada-bada--bump-ba-bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-bada-bada-bump-bada-bump-bada-bump-babumpity-bimpity-bimpity-bumpity-ba-ba-ba-ba-bumpity-bumpity-bumpity-ba-ba-bump!

Ching!

<The drum solo bump>
 
Maybe tonights the night (at least in the uk it is) when all will be revealed.
Its nerve racking waiting for the results of this investigation.
I hope Lyte and s4s havent been "compromised" by speaking too soon.
 
scissorhands said:
I hope Lyte and s4s havent been "compromised" by speaking too soon.
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You see, that's it! It's all true because no evidence has been posted! The MIB got them!

Maybe soon. I'm just going to have to sit here and click "refresh" for the next six hours hoping something crops up.
 
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