Welcome, demons and ghouls, to the dark pits of the new scary face of the Headlines in a fiendishly evil... blah, blah blah. Here's some pictures of my HallowIAN "costume." Notice they tell a story.
Oh, dear! A shark has swam all the way to Southern Indiana through the sewers or something; and then, it has bitten me on my leg! So much so, in fact, that it has come to swallow my whole entire leg! Damn!
Crap! Despite my turning slightly to my left and untucking my shirt, this mean old shark is still biting me! The pain is quite exquisite! If only a marine biologist or something were here to tell me what to do in this situation. Should I play dead or fight back?!
Well, maybe having a shark on my leg ain't so bad--wait just a cotton pickin' minute; this would be a great costume for a dress-up ball! I'll keep the shark for Halloween! My leg is probably mostly gangrenous and beyond repair by now, anyway. I guess this crazy shark is a blessing in disguise!