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RAAARR!  My friend and got this great idea at the beginning of the month.  Well, really, it was my great idea and I called him up and I said "Listen! What we need to do for Halloween is get like 10 costumes! And then, we can keep changing them throughout the night!"

He thought this was a great idea, because, well, you know, all of my ideas are great ideas, and  so after I got home from my trip to Chicago (where I met many nice people who'd been looking forward to meeting me!  Everyone got along really well.  In fact, I have it on pretty good authority that there might have been some eating going on, and none of it had anything to do with me! RAAAR!  I would have enjoyed staying longer, but you know, my friend here, he gets very lonely without me, and he cries and stuff, so I had to come home.)  we started planning our costumes.  Right.

Then?  We went out trick or treating and took tons of photographs and it was great and we went to CVS Pharmacy to have them developed and we walked in and the lady was all like "Wait a minute, how do monsters work a camera, and how is it that you made it up here to the counter?!  You are very small!"

Well, you know, sometimes a monster's feelings get hurt.  A monster gets tired of hearing negativity in his life.  If you keep telling a monster the things he CAN'T do, maybe someday he'll start to believe them himself, and I decided, well.  Wait, you all know what I decided.  You got it.  I ate her.  From her polyester smock to her orthopedic shoes to her blue blue hair.  All of her,   because you know what, it's not nice to tell a monster what he can't do, especially when he's in a store he likes as much as I like CVS Pharmacy.

CVS Pharmacy is where I enjoy purchasing my greeting cards!  What?  Do you think that a monster does not enjoy sending out a nice greeting card to his friend on holidays?  What is wrong with a monster saying "Hey, friend, I care about you!  Here is a little bit of sunshine in a 5 x 7 package!"   Not that that makes me a sissy or anything.  Of course not! I am a monster, and I never cry when I read greeting cards.  Shut up, that's not true! YOU were the one who got all choked up with the kitten card! You pretended it was pepper in your eye, but I know the truth! RAAAR!! Just because you are my friend does not mean I will not EAT YOU.  RAAR!!

So, anyhow, now you have had time to look at the one photo I was able to post.  Have you figured out what we are?  That's right! I am him and he is me!! Isn't that funny?! Hah! Hah!  We're eachother!  Hah!   I promise that there will be more photographs of our fun time trick or treating (really, they are just photographs of our cool costumes!) and I will tell you what happened to the woman who tried to give us granola and some kind of bible literature, but I think you might already know.  That's right.  You do.

If you are interested in seeing our fun trip to Atlantic City, go here.
If you want to read the mail bag Here.