In which I'm like, SAY MY NAME, and Halloween's like, YOU'RE MY DADDY
Sometimes it's New Year's Eve, and then the rest of the year sucks. Sometimes it's a slow, arduous climb to, say, Thanksgiving. This year's night was Halloween.
Bo Peep and Smurfette are both totally checking me out.
We didn't quite win the costume contest, but at least Edward Scissorhands back there (who would have thought that pictures of a black costume on a black background in a dark room wouldn't do it justice) beat out the guy who wore his Pornbot costume for two years in a row. Time to retire that one, bub.
Also, someone tell bikini-clad Sarah Palin to marry me. Or maybe just call me.
EDIT: I guess I should have mentioned that the Freaker's Ball survived its move to the Valarium intact and they did a really good job and if you weren't there you're a total loserface or something. So there it is.
Bo Peep and Smurfette are both totally checking me out. We didn't quite win the costume contest, but at least Edward Scissorhands back there (who would have thought that pictures of a black costume on a black background in a dark room wouldn't do it justice) beat out the guy who wore his Pornbot costume for two years in a row. Time to retire that one, bub.
Also, someone tell bikini-clad Sarah Palin to marry me. Or maybe just call me.
EDIT: I guess I should have mentioned that the Freaker's Ball survived its move to the Valarium intact and they did a really good job and if you weren't there you're a total loserface or something. So there it is.
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