Mister Skeleton

My name is Giancarlo Zamboni and I have no idea why I’m here. Seriously! One moment I’m riding along on my ice resurfacer at a rink in Anchorage, the next I’m in some weird midwestern diner trying to explain to a skeleton man that, no, not all

Clearly Mr. S wasn’t paying attention last year while he was being possessed by Curtis, because otherwise he’d recognize the Witch of Agnesi

The first answer would have been a good one to do 167 days ago

The kids with nut allergies always get stuck with a bunch of gross licorice candy

12 ft. Giant-Sized Skelly

I feel like Mr. S hasn’t learned the relevant lessons from these stories

In which a realization dawns upon Mr. S

If I paid for a Shakespeare and got a Dekker I’d be pretty pissed too

, or What You Will

In which Mr. S fires shots against all pre-1966 football records