It's that time of year again, when you go with your friends and family (or alone if there's something socially wrong with you) to a haunted house.
You think to yourself Hey, I'm no pussy. I'm not going to get scared because it's not real!
And then a few spooky turns later and you've gone and shit your pants. Bummer.
I don't go to haunted houses because the idea of thinking someone is going to kill me sounds like the opposite of fun. But what IS fun, is looking through photos of people who maybe just pooped a little. More after the jump! Show full post