Ladies and Gentlemen, Specters and Spooks, Goblins and Ghouls, Naughty Nurses and Walter Whites… It. Is. HALLOWEEN!!!
Ya’ll know what time it is!
The day has come to revel in the night; the life of the dead once again penetrates the diaphanous division between the here and the hereafter. The hounds of Halloween are calling! Can you hear them?
What does the Hell-Hound say? Aaa-ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-a-ling-a-ling!
We here at Comedy So Serious! are more than a little excited to have spun round this solar-system once more, arriving at this most auspicious occasion.
Souls-are Eclipse… Right? Huh? Yeah, you get it.
There is only one way to announce the ascension of the exanimate, and that is to to dance your demons away; to party your poltergeists into sweet oblivion; and to exorcise the evil enmity we carry for this fleeting life!
Flash Mobs of Ghastly Slobs!
Be it Trickery or Treatery that you chose, we sincerely hope that you enjoy this uncharacteristically fun and pagan holiday! Be safe and conscientious on this Hallowed Eve and, remember, if you can’t beat ’em… Do as the Zombies do, and eat ’em!
The anticipation is mounting. The euphoric, mischievous, air of Halloween is palpable. Can you feel it?
Feel it! Feel it!
The maddening search for costumes is under way.
Slutty Nurse got nuthin’ on these murder-mice.
The bittersweet song of the autumn harvest is playing, stirring the undead from their slumber!
Ladies and Gentlemen… The Rolling Bones!
And we, the living, are as the moth to the flame… Drawn in by an undeniable obsession with the macabre, helplessly succumbing to the spell of mortality.
Bat hair day.
But, to quote a famous saying, “Aint no party like a zombie party, ’cause a zombie party don’t stop!”
What hath we wrought?
Editor’s note: to stop a zombie party one must destroy the brain of any undead attendees by either crushing or otherwise removing the head. Comedy So Serious! is not responsible for any Zombie Party related injuries.