Pun-kin Time.

So this blog was relaxing on this boo-tiful day, wondering if it should employ a ghost writer for this post, glancing out the window and its all-hallowed eave.

Eventually this blog got the munchies, and figured it should start gobblin' some candy. That wasn't carving it, so this blog decided it was time to scare up some ghoulash. Pun City totally wolfed it down. How'd it taste? Let's just say this blog's keeping it mum-ified on that topic.

It's always hard to decide witch topic to illuminate everyone about, but sure enough this blog is pumpkin' up the volume on any variety of topics, all while only employing a skeleton crew around the office. Unquestionably the staff is haunting down leads all over this zombie nation, while sometimes cruising in its Kernkraft 400, now with Power Zoom (You should see it, it's something to crow about).

If this blog could ever afford an editor, surely it would hope to get a real bloodsucker that is a stickler for quality control. Then you wouldn't be subjected to ghastly posts like this one. You'd be able to treat yourself to wonderfully fangorious posts instead. You'd be spirited off to a punderful world where you'd howl with delight at Pun City's supernatural content.

Alas, instead you've got bizarre Rob Thomas references from a less-than-decorated candy-ass. Well, for those of you that haven't been adequately demonized, and don't trick yourself into thinking you aren't, this blog is putting an end to this black catastrophe of a post. Until next week, you'll be myst.