In Food and Drink, wut on October 30, 2011 by John Layfield Tagged: , , , ,

It’s almost Hallowe’en, kiddies! Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a man who looked at the holiday and noted that what it made up for in paganism it lacked in patriotism. The man worked night and day, fueled by a fiendish desire to create what should not be created, to mould what asked not to be moulded, like a Big Mac, but worse. Then it was complete…

  • Henry Frankenstein: “Look! It’s glowing. It’s alight. It’s alight… It’s alight, it’s glowing, it’s alight, it’s alight, it’s alight, it’s alight, IT’S ALIGHT!”
  • Victor Moritz: “Henry – In the name of Betsy Ross!”
  • Henry Frankenstein: “Oh, in the name of Betsy Ross! Now I know what it feels like to be Betsy Ross!”

The end. Ghoul night, friends! Muahaha etc.


2 Responses to “Pumpkin”

  1. I want to hate that but it’s actually pretty cool.

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