know what? people are bastards. of the 30+ houses we went to only 6 gave me candy. wtf is that about? why are people so damn cheap??
when i used to pass out candy to the little hoodlums in my neighborhood, i’d always offer a piece to mum. and even a piece (of ass) to dad if he was hot. so next year, let’s make a little pact: if i show up to your door, you’ll give the candy to the kids, and you’ll hand me a piece too. in return, i won’t key your car on the way down the driveway.
deal? deal!
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