<![CDATA[Funny Blog Friday and Halloween Bitter Giftures]]>

In case you couldn’t tell by the image above, it is FBF or Funny Blog Friday for those that can’t read.

When I first moved to Seattle, my brother in law(and his family) had just moved here too. When he moved to another house, he forgot his valued high school sweatshirt. So one day, out of the kindness of our hearts (by ours I mean not mine) we brought it back to him. He said he didn’t want it, and told us to keep it. So of course, we didn’t listen and left it there. This set off an epic battle of hide and seek in which we traded the sweatshirt back and forth at each other’s houses and found better hiding spots for it each time. While I think we have the sweatshirt to this day, we won the battle and the war when we found a picture online of a scarecrow that prompted our final smackdown. See the picture below.

Yes we did.

It looked so scary to his wife that she thought there was a creeper waiting on their porch.

Thank you Rocket. I agree.

What do you think Chloe….

Funny enough for you?

Alright, that is way too much funny for me or anyone else to handle. So back to my regularly scheduled Bitter Halloween Spooky Friday Giftures.

Why is this guy…

…balancing on a round oversized pumpkin?

Boo!

…Who knew an oversized ball could be so scary?

I don’t know what is creepier…

…the slot machine eyes, the Clicklet teeth, or the snake charmed tail.

We could play bob for apples..

…or play some whack-a-mole.

Historical fact….

…not only was the Titanic haunted, but it was filled with explosives.

That guy was trying to get revenge…

…on Ghost Car.

This guy was about to win….

…until he was tripped by Ghost Runner, then possessed by Ghost Worm.

Don’t ever mess with Coach Ghost Rider…

…or you’ll get fired and that can be a little shocking.

Don’t mess with Ellen Degenerate…

…or she will get you back Taylor Swiftly.

It takes training and hard work…

…to prevent a catastrophe.

Oh my gosh…

…Miley. Please stop the twerking. Please!

Henry was really far behind…

…until he ran into the pole position.

Bitter Halloween, everyone. I hope your candy bag is full of Whoppers, apples and razorblades. I hope your houses are haunted and you get tricked instead of treated. I hope your ghoulfriend breaks up with you and your dreams are haunted. And worst of all, I hope the Christmas specials and ads on TV start invading your life before Halloween is even over. Booo HAHAHAHA!

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