"This is gonna be huge," I whispered to myself, flattening the various cold cuts dangling from my body.
That’s right, the book's value at auction is thirty dollars without the Babadook.
I would also like to offer to pay for the damages to the building from when I ripped a meat hook out of the ceiling and swung it around my head.
What type of web is this supposed to be? Certainly not a classic orb web, or an on-trend funnel web.
When you adopt from Frankenstein’s, you can rest assured your Rescue Monster has received the highest quality of care.
Are you embarrassed that I called you out, and now suffer from some sort of movie monster performance anxiety?
The big bag is a safer purchase. Now it won’t be the end of the world if I have one. I’d hate to disappoint the kids two years in a row.
It’s a zero-sum game out there. Every piece of candy you don’t get goes into the gaping, cavity-filled maw of some other kid.
Admire the local artisanship on display, particularly the humanoid stick figures bound in twine looming overhead in the trees.
MINDLESS EATING MACHINES, TO STRIKE TERROR INTO THE HEARTS OF MEN. FOR MAN IS THE WARMEST PLACE TO HIDE. For $2 more the pizzas come with extra cheese.
A handful of those tri-colored diabetic nightmares leave me physically ill with my head pulsing in pain. And guess what? I’m into it.
I'm looking forward to when boob sweat makes its annual migration toward those hapless people in the southern hemisphere.