marquise-de-pounce:

poverty-god:

thestereotypebuster:

poverty-god:

ok very scary halloween story

I’m sitting at home, minding my own damn business when fucking Yorick (my personal skull, an old decoration that told jokes before it died a couple years ago) tells a fucking joke. Out of the blue. Not even a joke. “1…2…Boo!” He says cryptically, then he laughed and I fucking turned in my chair, pausing in my leisurely screening of Halloweentown 2 and drawing Hamlet. I put down my fucking tablet pen and go to Yorick’s spot on top of the microwave. He is silent, as skulls should properly be.

And I fucking turn him over

And I look at his fucking power switch even though I’m Positive this guy died years ago.

And It Wasn’t Even On Boys. It Wasn’t Even On.

Power switches mean nothing when you’re a fellow of infinite jest

Is it infinite jest if it’s one a.m. and it made me piss my pants

It is when youre a skull