Stuff you'd like to say but nowhere to say it.
The Simpsons' Halloween spoofs are always great.
Ghost Moe: "So, what'll it be, Homer?"
Homer: "Moe...gimme a beer!"
Ghost Moe: "No. Not unless you kill your family."
Homer: "Why should I kill my family?"
Ghost Moe: "Uh...they'd be much happier as ghosts."
Homer: "You don't look so happy."
Moe: "Oh, I'm happy. I'm very happy - la la la, la la la la. See? *grabs Homer* Now waste your family, and I'll give you a beer!"
Owner: "Take this object, but beware it carries a terrible curse!"
Homer: *worried* "Ooooh, that's bad."
Owner: "But it comes with a free Frogurt!"
Homer: *relieved* "That's good."
Owner: "The Frogurt is also cursed."
Homer: *worried* "That's bad."
Owner: "But you get your choice of topping!"
Homer: *relieved* "That's good."
Owner: "The toppings contains Potassium Benzoate."
Homer: *stares*
Owner: "That's bad."
Grandpa: *shouting* "That doll is EVIL, I tells ya. Evil! Eeeeeeviillll!!!"
Marge: "Grandpa, you said that about all the presents."
Grandpa: *whines* "I just want attention."

Ghost Moe: "So, what'll it be, Homer?"
Homer: "Moe...gimme a beer!"
Ghost Moe: "No. Not unless you kill your family."
Homer: "Why should I kill my family?"
Ghost Moe: "Uh...they'd be much happier as ghosts."
Homer: "You don't look so happy."
Moe: "Oh, I'm happy. I'm very happy - la la la, la la la la. See? *grabs Homer* Now waste your family, and I'll give you a beer!"
Owner: "Take this object, but beware it carries a terrible curse!"
Homer: *worried* "Ooooh, that's bad."
Owner: "But it comes with a free Frogurt!"
Homer: *relieved* "That's good."
Owner: "The Frogurt is also cursed."
Homer: *worried* "That's bad."
Owner: "But you get your choice of topping!"
Homer: *relieved* "That's good."
Owner: "The toppings contains Potassium Benzoate."
Homer: *stares*
Owner: "That's bad."
Grandpa: *shouting* "That doll is EVIL, I tells ya. Evil! Eeeeeeviillll!!!"
Marge: "Grandpa, you said that about all the presents."
Grandpa: *whines* "I just want attention."
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.