..."I spy with my little eye, something that

..."I spy with my little eye, something that is... gray." "is it your tomb stone with the cherubs?" "Got it in one!" The afterlife was tedious and Casper wasn't helping.

Whattodowhattodowhattodoooo...Casper and I tapped our transparent fingers as we slumped over my tombstone. The old man looked up, thinking he'd heard a woodpecker. Ha! Someone we

haunt. I grabbed my trusty haunting chains and Casper started to moan. The old man just scratched his head and seemed not to notice our efforts so we

get you the hell out of here!" Caspar said to the emperor's daughter. The Friendly Ghost had devirginized her in the orbiting haunted house's hot tub. The emperor arrived

& found his daughter in the best of spirits so to speak. The Princess had been between the sheets with a more famous ghost than Ke$ha & tweeted about her conquest. Caspar's rep

reputaion was on the line. He needed to satisfy the princess. Casper snatches the sheets from the bed, and puts on his game face. This will work.

"Hey, there Princess." Casper sashayed over to her, brand new sheets billowing over his ghostly figure suggestively. She looked annoyed, possibly from last night's technical malfun

-ction with the neuro-feedback device which had toasted her GABAergic receptors, causing a permanent state of irritability. The Princess petulantly swatted Casper's incorporeal

ass back to where it came from.