I am not dead, not alive, somewhere in the middle. Not a ghost, not a ghoul. Not able to play the fiddle. I can not go on planes. My favorite food is brains. Bad luck, dumbstruck, I am one of those lames. Please send your brains in a package, Because of my very poor lackage.
Once upon a spooky time, while I was having a party, a spooky monster came in. He looked like my mom’s plants which are green. Except he has 2 eyeballs sticking out. The next thing I saw was… my thumb opened up with green slime…, and a it had a cat’s skull that had bone […]
When I was playing violin, I wasted my bow**. “No brains”, my mom said. I pointed to my head and smiled. 20 years later, I was poisoned. My mom cut open my head. She didn’t see a brain inside. Both my parents cut down, down, down. No brain. she was right. I had no brain. […]
I was invited to a Halloween party. The scary thing was that nobody knew if the decorations were fake or REAL. Even a Halloween genius wouldn’t know. I thought that was a huge blob of nonsense. I just marched up to every decoration and examined each one carefully. It’s so sad how much people work […]