"Calling All Ghouls, Calling All Ghouls...Come In, Ghouls..."

"We ain't comin' unless there's beer...yo. And a place to fart...yo."

"BRAINS! I NEED BRAINS!! ...or at least some nail clippers would be good...and maybe some tweezers for these eyebrows...Thanks."

"We're coming, Kevin...We're coming, you big hunk o'man blogger...as long as you're there, Kevin, with your soft, tender, yet muscular neck to PLUNGE OUR TEETH INTO!!! MUUWW-HA-HA-HA-HA!!! HHHAAAAAA-CHCHCHCH...chccchch...sorry, phlegm-ball. It's this damn night air."

"I'm coming, Mr. Charnas...I'm not really sure what the hell I am, and I have a feeling that your penis is bigger than I am, but I'm coming...Unless I get run over by a bus, then I might be a little late."

"I love children...I love alll the children in the WORLD! And I'm not really sure what the hell I am either...But, Kevin? I'm pretty sure that your gigantic penis is about 30 years too old for me, although it IS tempting. Can I still come?"

No, Miss Jackson 'cause you're nasty.

Yeah...I don't even really know what to write here.

So, Calling Most Ghouls, Calling Most Ghouls...Come In, Ghouls...

You have a party to go to...