Susan got all creeped out watching Celebrity Ghost Stories on TV.

She doesn't go to scary movies or listen to scary stories because she's a total baby about that stuff. 

Scary stories, even stupid celebrity ghost stories make her look at everything differently; dark corners, lengthening shadows, the new Vegetarian Times magazine. All friggin' creepy.

Let's end with a joke, shall we?

This one comes courtesy of Susan's old man:

How do we know that the invisible man didn't have any children?

Because he wasn't apparent.

Susan is going to haul out a fave childhood joke for day twelve.
It's a knock knock.

Susan recalls the hysterics into which she dissolved when her eight year old self heard this for the first time. She bent over like Sammy Davis Jr and peed.

Are you ready?
Susan must offer this disclaimer before she can proceed:
Don't expect much.

Here it is:

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Jackie Gleason's UNDERWEAR!



Told you.

Susan started NaBloPoMo by working out her posts a day ahead of schedule so that she posted at midnight for the next day. Now, she's left herself less than an hour for the current day, plus she's tired, plus she's got no good ideas and she wishes she had something on which she could rest her feet.

Susan's family is going out this weekend to look for a dog, her rotten kids don't want another boxer so Susan will let them pick out what they want as long as it fits within her criteria; medium to large, short hair, calm disposition and female. Her old dog. Susan can't imagine another dog in her house, she'll be interested to see what they end up with.

Oh, Dr. Bob sent the family a sympathy card.

Here's a joke courtesy of her old man:
A ham sandwich walks into a bar and the bartender sez
I'm sorry, we don't serve food here.

A Lady Walks Into A Bar With A Pig Under Her Arm

This joke required two telephone calls to Susan's old man because it's his joke and she's retarded.
A lady walks into a bar with a pig under her arm. The bartender looks up and sez 'Where'd you get that dog?' The lady sez 'That's not a dog, it's a pig.' The bartender sez 'I'm talking to the pig.'