The little ghosts and goblins are home loading up on sugar by now and the only riff-raff out there now are the idiots who do not know or do not care that fireworks are illegal in our city. We had to shut off the lights early tonight as we actually ran out of goodies, for the first time ever. We had a box of 100 treats and there is not a single one left. If you take away the ones that I pilfered, that still makes a new record for numbers of kids trick or treating on our street. Some observations.
The spookies out numbered the cuties by about 2 to 1. The older the kid, the more blood and gore and knives that were evident. The wee ones were mostly princesses and spider men. I caught one little girl coming around for seconds but hey, how can you turn away a chubby cheeked cherub in a skunk outfit. Her parents at the end of the driveway needed a good talking to, however.
The surprise of the night was a buxom teen aged girl dressed in a slinky/sleazy outfit with a little too much cleavage showing (not that there is anything wrong with that). She had the appearance and the attitude that made me think she would be willing to turn a trick for a treat!
Halloween! Don't cha' love it.
3 comments:
LOL... enjoyed reading about your observations made on halloween night, too cute.
You live in the ghetto...that proves it!
We have SO many treats left over. I didn't buy any of my favorites so we aren't even tempted to indulge in them.
Chad got lots of bootie and we only did three streets.
Ghetto: "That part of a city where a minority lives."
Everybody who lives in this city is living in a ghetto.
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