One Halloween, at the midnight hour, |
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All Hallows Eve |
One Halloween, at the midnight hour, |
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They brought with them, a bunch of orange freaks with no bodies. |
They went after our beer, but in their haste, they didn't realize the cold air of the fridge would kill them. After they died, they started to turn into human heads -- real ugly ones, too. |
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We felt bad, so we put them in the oven, one-by-one, hoping they'd feel better. (After all, we had plenty of beer.) It worked, except for one guy -- the one second from the right -- we microwaved him. |
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