I bet you've never....

I never did get that. He eats dots... why does he also need to eat ghosts? He should be full!

Oh well, I guess Pac-people need balanced diets too.

Well of course, how else can you chase ghosts save on a balanced diet? One can not live on Dots alone! See, me on the other hand, I think to myself in that same scenario "How fooling can a ghost be really?" Not like it's solid right? Like eating Chinese food, sure you can eat a couple of ghosts, but in a few hours your just gonna be hungry again. 🤣🙃

If you eat ANYTHING you'll be hungry again in a few hours.

I'm more interested in hearing how the popcorn got ON the ceiling.

In that case that makes sense. Around here they call it a "stomped" ceiling. Popcorn ceiling makes more sense, as I never have figured out how to stomp on a ceiling without somebody holding me upside down.

Visual aids, someone came to the thread prepared!😃 I like it!

You country folk are odd. Popcorn texture and "stomp" texture are two different things.

Popcorn texture is sprayed on, it's basically just drywall mud with small beads of polystyrene in it



whereas "stomp" texture you coat the surface in drywall mud and then "stomp" a special brush into the wet mud

Number One - this is a long story and unrelated but read on if you wish. I was involved with a mausoleum build - formed and poured the concrete roof, set all the marble, etc. and the builder asked me to do some finish work. He wanted me to stipple the ceiling which was quite high - like 24'. I had never done it, but promised to give it a go. Well, there was this man who had cancer and died and his dying wish was to be the first interred in the new mausoleum, but he died before it was completely done. Well - the family put him in there anyway even tho the marble wasn't all set or the floors down, or of course, the ceiling wasn't stippled. Had a service and everything. So there was a lot of rush rush and I worked after regular hours to put the new stippled roof/ceiling. It was wintertime and dark and I had to take a long extension pole, blot it a couple of times on the ceiling, then bring the brushes back down to the mud in a 5 gallon bucket. Over and over again. No one there, of course, except me and the uh... tenant. He was in 30 C - the cheap seats up near the top.

So I got hot while working and took off this white paper cover all suit I had on along with other layers and somehow, the end of my extension pole (when I brought it back down to reload the brushes) caught hold of the neck of my white paper cover all suit and lifted it up like it was hovering over my head. Well, forgive me but all I saw was a floating headless ghost up near the 30C area and about had my house key stuck in my truck to get out of there.

Number One - this is a long story and unrelated but read on if you wish. I was involved with a mausoleum build - formed and poured the concrete roof, set all the marble, etc. and the builder asked me to do some finish work. He wanted me to stipple the ceiling which was quite high - like 24'. I had never done it, but promised to give it a go. Well, there was this man who had cancer and died and his dying wish was to be the first interred in the new mausoleum, but he died before it was completely done. Well - the family put him in there anyway even tho the marble wasn't all set or the floors down, or of course, the ceiling wasn't stippled. Had a service and everything. So there was a lot of rush rush and I worked after regular hours to put the new stippled roof/ceiling. It was wintertime and dark and I had to take a long extension pole, blot it a couple of times on the ceiling, then bring the brushes back down to the mud in a 5 gallon bucket. Over and over again. No one there, of course, except me and the uh... tenant. He was in 30 C - the cheap seats up near the top.

So I got hot while working and took off this white paper cover all suit I had on along with other layers and somehow, the end of my extension pole (when I brought it back down to reload the brushes) caught hold of the neck of my white paper cover all suit and lifted it up like it was hovering over my head. Well, forgive me but all I saw was a floating headless ghost up near the 30C area and about had my house key stuck in my truck to get out of there.