Panel-Cast - Halloween Spooky Books

Here's a panel-cast with some scary books. Self-explanatory. I ain't in no kind of mood to sit here and describe it to you. My sink decided to explode because I'm cursed and water loves me as much as I love Sobe Lizard Fuel and those Aloe drinks with the fruit chunks in them.

Does anyone know what the hell you're actually supposed to do while the repairman is in your house? Am i supposed to make conversation with this dude? I don't wanna put the TV on and have him hearing my shows, so i guess i'll just awkwardly sit here in my wet socks and fill my wet house with dreadful silence as i type this Patreon podcast write-up on my found-behind-the-dumpster coffee table and watch the unknown human ponderously move about the kitchen

Oh god i can't take it, this is worse than any Halloween horror. That's it, i'm putting something on TV so i can ignore this guy properly. Oh thank god he's going to home depot, that gives me time to find something not too funny and not too noisy and not too interesting but will fill the house with sound at a steady comfortable volume without getting cacophonous or weird.

It also gives me time to change out of these seductive Golden Girls pajamas and into something grown up and straight. Where the fuck are all my Levi's blue jeans? Oh god they all ripped in the sack from my fat package! Curse these calamitous wrecking balls called my balls!

COLUMBO! That's the ticket! It's gotta be good old Detective Columbo! He'll make the house non-threatening while i search for my Lakers basketball shorts and Nintendo 64 shirt. Dear Jesus, how come it's never a repairwoman, ya know?

Just once i'd like some flannel shirt wearing handy-Pam to come in here and start telling me stories from Woodstock 94. I can put on some Veruca Salt or Primus from this pile of water damaged insurance claims that used to be my record collection. It's been a pretty wacky last couple a days. Catastrophically so.

Oh crap, he's back.

Oh thank God, he's gone again. What a horrid ordeal that was. I feel like i just survived a haunted house, except it was my house, and it was only being haunted by a regular living person. Zoinks!