Casper.
Pervy.
Caspervy.
Sometimes at night my bedroom door creaks and opens, like there's a ghost peeping tom after me.
Or it could just be a crosswind.*
Breezy.
ZZZs.
BreeZZZs.
* What makes the wind so cross? Because it hasn't found a ghost to love?
Airflow.
Lonely.
Airflonely.
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Are you calling Casper a pervert? I always suspected that.
ReplyDeleteGood way to rid your blog of Casperverts and Casperians. Who needs them? Not your blog, definitely.
It's easy for a ghost to be a pervert, what with the walking through walls and everything.
ReplyDeletePeeping Tom.
Ominous.
Peeping Tominous.