I’ve always wanted to host a fabulous Halloween party.
I fantasize about having some freaky butler doll greeting people at the door and spewing puns like “We’ve been … DYING to have you for dinner.”
And then, inside, the table would be covered with tempting ghoulish delights like, oh, I don’t know, a MEATLOAF HAND!!! Complete with questionable ingredients that actually look like marrow and fingernails sticking out of it. (Is that raw bacon?)