Welcome to the Internet’s hiccup archive. You will find hiccup sightings, fantasy stories, audio and video files as well as links to other sources on the Internet. This site seeks to be simply a warehouse of sorts so that these important files are available to all who seek them.
The webmaster is Eric Clapton. But it’s probably not the same Eric Clapton that sings “Layla.”
In 1985, Mr. Storm, 38, and his wife, Beverly, were in Paris on the last day of an art tour. Buckled over by searing pain in the middle of his stomach, he was rushed to the hospital. Awaiting emergency surgery, he knew he was dying. He said good-bye to his wife and drifted into darkness.
Off in the distance, outside the room in the hall, he heard voices calling him. They were pleasant voices, male and female, young and old, calling to him in English. “Come out here,” they said. “Don’t you want to get better?” He stepped out into the hall, full of anxiety.
Even though he couldn’t see anything in the darkness, he was aware there were dozens or hundreds of them all around and over him and that his attempts to fight back only provoked greater merriment. They began to tear off pieces of his flesh, and he realized that he was being taken apart and eaten alive, methodically, slowly, so that their entertainment would last as long as possible.
He later went on to become an ordained minister after attending seminary.
To play, enter a name in the box. If you properly name a President, it will get filled in to the proper year below. The colored years represent special circumstances, described at the bottom. You’ve got 10 minutes….go!
I got 36 out of 43.
A woman from Florida claims to have purchased some flip flops from Walmart, put them on her feet… only to suffer some sort of severe chemical burn along the lines where the straps of the flip flop met her feet.
