It’s the month for superlative sniffers, imposing inhalers, noteworthy nostrils, profound proboscises, stupendous snouts, brilliant boopables, and otherwise outstanding olfactory organs.
Booping accomplished, Andrew Y.
It’s the month for superlative sniffers, imposing inhalers, noteworthy nostrils, profound proboscises, stupendous snouts, brilliant boopables, and otherwise outstanding olfactory organs.
Booping accomplished, Andrew Y.
Murray C. shares a clever pup who can show you the door.
Dressing up for Halloween? Before you go to that masquerade party, you must first stand before the Costume Council, eternal guardians of the Halloween spirit. If your costume pleases the council you receive their blessing and a full-size Snickers. If not you are cast forever into the Flaming Pit of Eternal Suffering and Pilates Studio. Choose wisely.
Welcome back, fright fans. Our next tale of terror concerns an ancient portrait in the hands of a collector with impeccable taste — for blood. It’s a spine-curdling tale I call: Brushstroke With Terror!
“I hope your journey to my castle was uneventful,” said the dapper gentleman as he ushered his guest into the gallery. “I’m glad you could appraise the portrait here, because it is very sensitive to light and must never leave this room.”
“Why, what an uncanny resemblance,” noted the art expert. “This portrait is three hundred years old at least, and yet it looks just… just like…”
“Yes, I know,” said the gentleman, eyeing his guest’s neck. “It’s been in the family for generations. But then again,” he added, moving in closer, “so have I.”
Found on Instagram by Andrew Y. and Sharon H.