Happy Halloween to all my readers, all of whom I know by name. There's Carl, the transient I pay $1 a day to read my blog on his imaginary iPad made up of a pizza box, and then there's Sandra, who is just all around imaginary. She's also my girlfriend. From Canada. It's true, I swear.
How do we end this month of jerk skeletons, most of which were startlingly rape-y? Skeletons with boney hands clutching and tearing at the clothes of buxom women?
Why, the only way we can:
With sweet, sweet revenge!
Happy Halloween, everybody!
See you next month when this blog returns to reviewing strange 60s nudie shorts and even stranger heavy metal videos, plus putting bad jokes into the mouths of cartoon characters nobody remembers. You know, the same old crap.