Sorry about your epilepsy

Thanks to a guy I used to work with, I always get this shit stuck in my head around this time of year. And now you’ve got it stuck in yours!
 

 
Look at this spooooooky house!
 

I hear there’s a family of monsters inside. They feast on human suffering, high self-regard and wagyu beef, and they give trick-or-treaters arugula. Best to avoid it.
 
Finally, here’s a guy dressed as Thor, kind of. He and his buddies put about as much effort into their costumes as I put into this poat. Whatever, I don’t get paid for this shit.