This is my friend Di, trying to find a pulse.
And here I'm holding my other friend Dee Dee's drink. I wasn't going to drink that stuff.
Because I had my own gobblet of blood to sip from. George took this one.
Then on Tuesday, we had Halloween at work, and I recycled some of the same clothes, but went as a zombie pirate instead.
You can't really see the Aztec gold around my neck, but it's quite obvious I've been cursed. And so has the parrot. It is no more. It is an ex-parrot. George took this one too.