Friday, October 21, 2011

Halloween

My favorite Halloween memory was dressing up as a Steeler football player as a child.

My favorite ghost story was one that I learned when I was a kid. My dad told me that on my uncle's ranch there was this old buffalo hunter had been killed by Indians because he was wasting parts of the buffalo. Since he died he goes out every Halloween night and kills whoever is around his old house.

A kid came to a costume party with a sheet on his head and the crowd said, "What are you a ghost?" He said, "No, I'm an unmade bed."

Why do ghosts don't have band? They always get boooooood.

Where do ghosts go out? A. Where they can get boooooo-ze.

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