I have a bunch of Halloween stuff in my room that I keep out all year long. If I saw someone doing that with Christmas stuff, I’d think they were completely nuts.
I’m not sure if that makes me a hypocrite or a Halloween savant.
Ever since I murdered Daft Punk and hid their bodies beneath the floorboards, I’ve been Haunted by this POUNDING.
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Boss: “I hired a new poltergeist for our copy machine. Our old one got promoted to the server farm.”
Dilbert: “Wouldn’t it be better to not have any poltergeists?”
Boss: “It’s a union thing.”
Tina: “May I please have my original back?”
Copy Machine Poltergeist: “I can’t hear you. Put your face up close.”
Tina: “I can almost reach the paper jam, but a poltergeist is trying to drag me to the Afterworld. Maybe I can blind him with the toner cartridge. HA HA! TAKE THAT! AND THAT! GAAA!!! I CAN’T FEEL MY ARMS!”
Dilbert: “I only have one.”