I'm going to say the same thing I've always said: I'm a product of my times, and in the '90s, the girls had hair. When you got to touch that hair (or taste it), your dick got hard. Good times. If i really liked a girl, I'd overlook a lot of stuff. Jungle Julia was letting her armpits go when I first met her. She was a beautiful woman, and I wanted to know her better. I had to know her. I couldn't get her out of my head. I don't think I'm a "pervert" for being attracted to women who are obviously of legal age.
“Hey Aetius, remember when we used to make fun of each other on this board, but everybody could dish it out and take it? Because I remember.”
Well, that’s a count of 500 trick or treaters at our place so far. Not including their parents/whatever. Holleeeeee. SHIT. Talk about TRAFFIC.
Our whole cul-de-sac is dark, no kids. Last year we had about 5 that came through at 4:30 (wtf?), so nobody opted to hand out candy this year.
Going to a Halloween party this year so won't get to hand candy out to the one, maybe two groups that came through.
We ran out of candy last year and had to scramble to find more midway through the evening. So naturally I overbought this year. Whoops.
We walked to trunk or treat on main Street in the afternoon and stopped by one elderly neighbor's house on the way home. He messed up his toe and doesn't feel like getting up and down for the Halloweeners so he gave us a couple bags to take home. It's all chocolate, too. Parent tax incoming....
Our neighborhood was bonkers this year. Started out with a kids Halloween parade through the neighborhood led by a firetruck and two cops on motorcycles. The kids walked in their costumes while the parents drank beer in the back. One of the firefighter drank beer with us then operated the fire truck while a cop shook his head in defeat. Later, went trick or treating with the kids. No one is really home so everyone leaves a bowl of candy at the end of their driveway. Some houses now leave full coolers stocked with beer next to the candy bowls. It was mayhem out there.
It’s garage night so I’m not sure what’s going on out there. But I came here dressed as a keg, so that counts.
Wifey is stressed because we bought for six hundred and may run out. It’s after 9pm and kids and “Halloween tourists” are still pouring in here. Your kids still go to school tomorrow, I mean COME ON.