I'll get you my pretty

Well, so it's Halloween. Time for Tricks or Treats, carved pumpkins, and all that jazz. I've spent weeks trying to get the razorblade apple thing perfected, but every freakin' time I bite into one of the apples, the dang thing gets stuck in my teeth. And poisoned candy? Forghettaboutit. How could you mess with the perfect taste of a Butterfinger or Kit Kat bar? Sigh.

Personally, I doubt I'll have any trick or treaters, but I've got my baseball bat ready. When they reach for the candy, I can thump them on the head and call them, "Greedy little bastard". hahaha When they wake up in the morning with an aching head, then they can beg mommy for some the candy they purloined the night before. Strange how that candy always disappeared when I was a kid. No matter how big my haul was, it was always gone in a few days. Methinks there was a ghost in my house that had a sweet tooth.