Christine wasn't one for jealousy, but she really wished Brian would stop licking himself. That was going to be the surprise part of her costume.
Who knew that limes could seem so disrespectful to the dead.
The luchador's secret weapon - fucking heaps of cilantro.
No one had the heart to tell Sarah that the undead prom was down the street. Besides, someone had to eat the brain dip.
Left to their own devices (with a little help from that mood candle in the middle), a pumpkin and tortilla chips are natural lovers.
