GRADED DOWN FOR NOT USING POWERPOINT???

So I’m sitting in my livingroom. And I look out of my front window and I see a guy, who looks pissed off, bringing a bunch of saggy balloons to my front lawn. He brought me this:

I went to my front door and opened it up fully expecting to get yelled at. So I said, “They aren’t mine.”

And I hear a girl say, “See I told you they weren’t his.”

We have a talk. I explain that they just appeared in my front yard. And then the storm must have blown them into your yard. Because I had seen that they were gone a day ago. I told him the story of the balloons. And he got friendly. Which is good. Because the guy is HUGE. I mean this guy is young Hulk Hogan HUGE. Muscles on muscles with thick veins on muscles HUGE. And he looked really pissed off when he deposited said balloons on my front lawn.

Anyway, he apologized for planting the now sickly balloons on my front lawn. It turns out that his girlfriend just moved into the house two doors down the street. Where the bastards decided to camp.

He was going to take them home and throw them in the garbage. But I said, “No. Let me do it.”

After some pleasant chatter the wife and I went back into the house. Then I stabbed those bastards to death. The picture is them dying on our kitchen floor. You can’t see helium escaping from them. But imagine it like balloon blood. It would be all over the fucking room.

I imagine you saying that in an increasingly squeaky voice.

Man, dinner at Jeff Ruby’s is so good it makes me not want to murder my wife.

What if there was a way to heat bugs so they puffed up like popcorn? Then we could use them as compostable packing peanuts, or just have fun popping them like bubble wrap.

Going into a bank in a Halloween costume causes some stress and anxiety for the bank officials. Which I can understand if I was dressed as a robber, or a terrorist, or anything involving weapons or covering my face. But I was dressed as a seahorse.

“Halloween costume”. Suuuuuure!

Edit: And so the trick or treating begins. The wife is loving it. When we lived in NYC it just wasn’t done for one reason or another and she really missed it from her days in Seattle. Now we have decorations and a big bowl of candy and she’s having a great time. I’m very happy for her. Me, I’m in my room playing games and sipping a cocktail. Also very happy.

Edit 2: So I spent time giving out candy. I was wearing a shady Borsalino hat, a ragged plaid shirt and carrying my skull topped cane. I would answer the door saying, in a growly voice, "Yes? What do you want?’

It was so cool! And then I would guess the kids costumes. They were so sweet.

I had the time of my life.

It was like blowing the dust out of my old brain.

Halloween is the best holiday.

Powerpoint is evil and only bad people like it.

What the hell is this?

Tom Hanks?

If the girl next to me uses the phrase “Son of a motherless goat” one more time, I will hit her with a frigging goat!

She is the same one I complained about before that continually uses the phrase “But I digress” when in fact she is NOT digressing but continuing on with the same idea process!

Help me Obi Wan Mouse, you are my only hope!

People who say the word “comma” where a comma would be in the sentence they are speaking. Please don’t do that.

This is begging for a lame response.

Is this thread broken? There’s a ghost page.

Happy now?

Comma comma comma comma comma chameleoooon

You come and go. You come and gooooooo!

I call bs on this one, NO ONE does that in real life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bpIbdZhrzA

Just 'cuz. ;)

I forgot about Victor Borge, I apologize Rich.