Halloween clubbin'

More random musings from when I worked at Level B...around Halloween.

We have a lumberjack in the house...make that two, a turkey and a Canadian. This is a start of a beautiful joke. Especially now that they've gotten onto the stage and are shaking their tail feathers and axes. Oh boy...

And there's an angel and a nerd...It's kind of a sausage fest again.

There goes a lumberjack/Canadian train.

Two cats and a hippie...woah, leather pants alert!

Angel, don't touch the lights. You're not hot enough to transcend the rules of the club.

The nerd is actually a 90s guy.

Yeah, Angel, there's a fucking scary decoration next to me. Her name is Donna. If you can't stop being a skanky ho, she'll end up in your room one night. Alive. And pissed because you just crept up, called her the freakiest thing you've seen and then moved her so she wasn't looking you in the face. I trust her vengeance will be sweet.

It just got really cold all of a sudden.

Bitches think you can walk in here, throw me your jackets without so much as a thank you and not even pay? No fucking way. Not in my house.

Now there's a pirate, two open shirted cowboys and a fairy?

Woah, we've got some making out going on on the dance floor, and a lumberjack can-can line. 

Everyone keeps getting freaked out when they look over here and see Donna, poor thing. Tiffany said everything in here can be animated as well...kill me now. 

If I'm nice to Donna, she won't kill me when she comes to life...I hope. I smoothed back her hair and fixed it for her.