It's October.

[charisstoma]

I'm tortured with these at work so of course I pass them along.

What do you do when 50 zombies surround your house?

Why didn’t the skeleton want to go to school?

What do you call a fat pumpkin?

Who did Frankenstein take to the dance?

Why is Superman’s costume so tight?


Scroll over the space below for the answers.

Hope it’s Halloween!!

His heart wasn’t in it.

A plumpkin.

His “ghoul” friend.

Because he bought a size “S”

Comments

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

You've plunnied me twice. Your turn to write a fic now :p

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

But these are jokes. Just jokes. No plunnying intended. Though 2 of those fit with something the coffee pot is doing.

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

*pointed sigh*

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

*smiling and giggling*

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

It was a slow march up to the house, many stumbles crossing the large garden. There were about fifty of them in total which was a good sized crowd, enough of them to strategically circle the house.

Bob staggered up to a familiar face, grimacing a bit at signs of fresh decay - Charlie was fairly new and still learning to take proper care of himself.

'You seen Todd? Said he'd be here'
Charlie gave an elaborate laugh, he'd been apprenticed to an evil overlord before his change in status, which was also responsible for the faint green glow he gave off. Everyone else relied on glow-sticks.

'What's funny?'
'Todd's not coming, he's getting re-stitched'
'Not more extreme sports? He's got to learn limits!'
'Nope' Charlie chortled 'He called his ghoulfriend 'plumpkin' and she brained him'

A few eavesdroppers droned out 'braiiiiiiiins' which was awesomely old-school.

The door swung open on impressively creaky hinges and flickering light appeared in the dark maw of an entrance. A tall thin man stepped outside, covered in a dark swirling cloak his paper white skin meant his face appeared to float.

With some shuffling the circling zombies settled to see what would come next. Tension racked up and eerie music started wafting out from a broken window. Above them, Bats flew from the belfry.

The man from the house came to a stop looking around the assembled. A slow creepy grin broke over his face showcasing lethal fangs. It caused some nervous shuffling.

In a motion clearly studied for optimum effect, the vampire threw off his dark cloak revealing a tight - very tight! Superman costume. Bright lights flashed into existence all around the garden, spotlights zooming around in search patterns.

It wasn't quite Halloween yet but everyones heart was in party mode and it was time to howl at the moon.

Bob couldn't resist a squeeze of Vlad's butt as he greeted their host, his Super cossie did wonders for those delicious curves. The flirty wink he got in response suggest things would be going bump in the night, and the crypt would get some shaking.

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

yay for google. Even get an illustration ;)

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

OOOOOOOooooooooooh. Vlad looks good in his 'costume.

*snickers* Really those were jokes I had to share. You're just so susceptible to plunny bites. Something I'm very happy with if this is what happens.

*coughs* I hope Bob doesn't want Vlad for just his brains.

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

Yeah need to stock up on repellant!

He was more interested in his arse :p
and no, I shall not be further plunnied, I shall not...

[mee-eep.livejournal.com]

Hmmm someone should write Superman dressed as a vampire meeting a Vampire dressed as superman ;)

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

I'm at work or I would be doing this right now.