To the little shits who have been trick-or-treating in my neighborhood since Friday night, get a life you little cavity tooth fuckers, don’t think that you can go and turn this little fat kid holiday into some sort of escapade that lasts the entire week. It’s not happening, I don’t care if you try this shit a week before or a day before. The candy-givers determine when the holiday is, not the little shits who open their pillow cases and yell obscene things at my door when I don’t answer. And don’t think I’ll be fooled when you’re dressed up in different costumes come actual Halloween night you little spiderman shit and goblin shit and Joker shit. I know your little shit voices.
Response from Becky & Dan:
You should turn off your porch light.You don't sound like someone who likes children.
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You make me giggle.
I share your craigslist enthusiasm, but I haven't been bold enough to make a blog of my escapades.
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