Torrell had no costume until he stole the hat from a man with an unusual voice and a stick thin girlfriend.
Who knew that limes could seem so disrespectful to the dead.
No one had the heart to tell Sarah that the undead prom was down the street. Besides, someone had to eat the brain dip.
The luchador's secret weapon - fucking heaps of cilantro.
Left to their own devices (with a little help from that mood candle in the middle), a pumpkin and tortilla chips are natural lovers.
