That’s what I was probably yelling at the end of Gadget and Penny’s annual Halloween Extravaganza. I am just assuming that I was saying that, because I ended up going home with only one. It’s okay, my constant puking kept my mind off of my one cold foot. That’s right, I attended far too many meetings. Meetings that last year, I warned you against. There were actually a bunch of birthday celebration meetings, until the cake flavoured vodka ran out. then we were back to sambuca, Sour Puss, and dirty, old Mamajuana. I’m fairly certain that’s what put the nails in my coffin, but it could have been sheer quantity as well. I ate the worm shooters that made me choke last year too, but I knew they were in it this time around, so I lived through it. There were a lot of new faces, and a lot more old ones. I honestly got drunk enough that I was surprised at a lot of the pictures, and The Cleave hasn’t even shown what’s on hers. I had to pick through our camera and delete well over half of them for different reasons. Nudity, work, and lewd behaviour that could end in possible divorce were the three main ones. (Don’t worry, fuckers, I’ll never tell.)

I’m going to let the pictures do the talking, but first I need to tell you that we have enough pics for three posts. I say that is too many, so I’m going to weed it down to two, unless you want to see the rest. If you do, just leave a comment on here, FB, Twitter or Google+. I am going to post all of them on the G+ page anyhow, so it’s not like you can’t see them. Alright, here we go.

The start of the night. Bunch of somber looking bastards

Whoa! Somebody (Gadget) must have stayed up for over a hundred hours carving those out of foam.

Bunsen (Mrs. Birdman) and Beaker (Penny)

Waldorf (me) and Statler (Gadget)

Dirty Hippies

Juice and The Cleave. I don’t want to know what he’s clawing at.

We had to take the heads off. Gadget forgot to install the A/C in them.

Strangely enough, a lot of guys tried to find deer costumes after she got there

There’s the buck

He called in a whole gaggle of Canada Geese.

Jelly Bellies!!!

Statler shocks ’em every time

Suck on it, Trebek. Suck it long, and suck it hard.

Showing us a trick from when he was a groupie.

Yarrrr

Her name should be Strawberry Potatocake

I bet they’re talking about drinking more beer

Hot Wheels, anyone? What are you looking at, Connery?

This is where the basement office is. So many meetings.

By the looks on their faces, he’s explaining how to insert the fishhooks properly.

Oh, they’re real, pal.

Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Old Sandy feels like she’s going to knock the house over, and I should shut the electronics down. I’ll be back tomorrow to get some more in here, as long as we have power. I hope the best for all of my friends in the path of this miserable bitch, and also for all of the people that aren’t my friends, yet. Be safe.

Go to Part 2

From my laboratory in the castle east, to the master bedroom where the vampires feast,

Birdman

P.S. I had a review of the blog done yesterday over at http://laurabwriter.blogspot.ca/2012/10/blog-critique-change-topic.html. If you get a chance, head over there, see what she has to say, and let me know what you think. Do we need more colour? You guys are the ones that read it, so I’d like to hear what you think. I have already fixed the space problems a bit, and the removing of the words, but there is still some more we could do.