Yeah, we have none of that here at Blackrock. No costume for me, because I have no job and it would be pretty pointless (BUT FUNNY) for me to wander around here all day raking leaves and dumping compost in a French maid costume. No costume for A., because it's hard to take a lawyer dressed as Batman seriously. No candy, because no child is going to haul his ass a quarter mile up our dark driveway for a Blow Pop. And no fun parties, because . . . uh, because we're social rejects, I guess.
But that doesn't mean we aren't celebrating in our own special Blackrock way! And how will we celebrate, you ask? Like this:
Does this really need a caption to be funny?
Yes yes--shake your head at my lameness all you want, but you KNOW you just laughed out loud. I, of course, laughed until tears formed, because, as I have already demonstrated, I find great merriment in my poor dog's humiliation. In fact, I'm laughing right now. I choose to use my evil powers for purposes of entertainment.
Is this why we don't get invited to parties?