Every year I swear I'm done, but somehow we're hosting the Monster Bash again.
And of course, I'm in charge of the Monster Mash.
Where vampires can't stand garlic, werewolves want everything practically raw, mummies won't eat anything messy since the BBQ night fiasco. Zombies don't want to chew, and witches ...
... someone had better keep those witches out of my kitchen this year. Not everything needs more eye-of-newt, Dolores!
And after all that, do any of them bother to help with the dishes?
Still, it does end up being quite the graveyard smash.
And of course, I'm in charge of the Monster Mash.
Where vampires can't stand garlic, werewolves want everything practically raw, mummies won't eat anything messy since the BBQ night fiasco. Zombies don't want to chew, and witches ...
... someone had better keep those witches out of my kitchen this year. Not everything needs more eye-of-newt, Dolores!
And after all that, do any of them bother to help with the dishes?
Still, it does end up being quite the graveyard smash.
Ahh, the Monster Mash - a dinner party you can really put your heart and soul into. Make sure to serve mine up ... medium-scare!
Mwahahahahahaa! *snort*
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