I take it from the empty comments section that you guys didn't care so much for yesterday's post. Well, they can't all be winners you know. Maybe you'll like today's post instead, in another edition of Tales from the Top Shelf: "Ain't I a Creepa?"
Creeper: "I'mmmmmmm just a prom night dumpster baby! A one night drunken mistaaaaaaake!"
Blue Beetle: "Yeah uh, that's disgusting."
Creeper: "Hey, I take requests. Got any? How 'bout this little diddy? These are people who have died, died.
These are people who have died, died. Hey Beetle, you've died too right?"
Blue Beetle: "Yeah, don't remind me. Really, don't."
Creeper: "Hey dying's no biggie. I've done it lots of times. And since you've died too, I guess that makes us members of the Dead Poets Society don't it?"
Blue Beetle: "Yeah, I don't think so Creeper. Not to mention what a depressing, yet oddly uplifting movie it was."
Creeper: "I liked Awakings better myself. It's no One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but it was Robert Deniro's finest work, you know? Since all he did throughout the whole movie was sit there drooling like he had a mean case of the syphilis. Ha ha, now that's acting!"
Blue Beetle: "You're despicable! I can't believe the only skit I'll probably be in this entire year, and it's this one. God really does hate me."
Creeper: "Ain't I just a Creepa?"
The End.
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