go to a cemetery at night

I was walking home late late after partying, and needed to rest. I needed a place to rest that was safe from gangs, red necks, and police.

When I woke up, it was still dark. I was sleeping on Gilligan’s grave.

I had imagined that the graveyard would be trussed up like Fort Knox to keep would-be graverobbers away. The gate was locked, but it could only prevent automobile traffic. The gate was easy to slip through, and then I was in!

It was tremendously creepy not so much because I was surrounded by dead bodies, but because I was a woman alone in a hugely dark and deserted place late at night. I was also afraid that I really might get caught and taken to jail. As you can probably guess, nothing unusual happened, because I’m already back home writing this.

The only way this could have been more fun would have been if Scooby-Doo et al had been along for the adventure.

If you don’t hear from me for a while, will you post bail? Thanks.