I don’t know, you reluctantly buy into the Hallowe’en bullshit and stock up on chocs and sweeties for when kids in $5 masks ring the bell, and then the little sods stay away and leave you with the bloody lot. Maybe that’s the trick element of Hallowe’en – they want me to eat the treats and turn into a fat(ter) bastard. Well sod it, next year I’m not bothering. Any child who comes to the door will just get an unlucky rabbit’s foot. A fresh one that’s still warm and bloody and, if we’re lucky, twitching slightly. It’s either that or human sacrifice under the carport.

Posted on November 1, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on Chocolate.

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