Not what Mom asked for, but…

Ok, so I ran this joke by The Cheerleader before I decided to include it, and it was the final joke of my set. Thought I’d share, just for fun.

So I love Halloween, I think it’s a wonderful time of the year, and this past weekend some friends of mine decided to get up bright and early and go to the Haunted Houses. We got to this one that was really creepy. It had this big gothic look to it, gargoyles were everywhere, people were hanging on the walls and bleeding, and basically, it was just freaky. Then this old guy in dark robes comes out and starts chanting in some language that sounded like it could raise the dead! Then he turns to us and tells us to eat the flesh of his master! Then to drink his master’s blood! It was ALL. JUST. FREAKY! Oh, wait. That was Catholic Mass. My bad!

Personally, I like it. The Cheerleader liked it, too. As did the audience at the Laff Stop.

And yes, I know I’m going to hell. I’ve picked out some nice real estate right on the lake…