I’m Not Looking Forward to Halloween Because It’s Spooky, I’m Just Looking Forward to Not Sweating
I'm looking forward to when boob sweat makes its annual migration toward those hapless people in the southern hemisphere.
I'm looking forward to when boob sweat makes its annual migration toward those hapless people in the southern hemisphere.
May: The Memento effect begins to set in as the temperature starts to go up. You start to hear people say things like "Winter wasn’t even that bad."
Do you know what it’s like for me when you’re out haunting someone else? It’s quiet. No branches scraping the windows, no creaking floorboards.
Dog: Thanksgiving took a while to understand, but I’ve got it now. It starts when you’re locked outside because no one can deal with you today.
Candy Corn --- I may look like I’m relatively young, but I’m actually a centenarian trapped inside a younger body.
This would be my 32nd year trick-or-treating and my 22nd year trying to explain to my neighbors why I'm not too old to be doing so.
Igor: The Lab was like a Studio 54 for ghouls and goblins, before we could be open about who we are. We were always coming up with new dances.
Instead of the usual ghouls chasing you through the hallways, this year's tour will offer you a respite from the ongoing horror show that is 2020.
Here’s a funky, vintage suggestion: you could wear pants that close with a button at the top, rather than with an elastic waistband.
She used the same excuse for Lana's St Patty's party and my Ugly Sweater party last year.
Enter the front yard and you are immediately confronted with the Graveyard of the Norms. Every tombstone reads the name, "Norm 1776-2016."
Mina, it's me Drac! 479 is the new 35! Please message me back. I’m going batshit crazy without you.