Year #2 on Stanford Drive brought fewer kids for trick-or-treating than last year. But, we still passed out candy to all the delinquints that stopped by. The worst was the 40-something year old black man that screamed, "Trick or treat, smell my feet, I want something good to eat." Dummy, doesn't he know it's, "Trick or treat, smell my feet, GIVE ME something good to eat." Anyway, we made good on the promise to have beer and candy. Even Hannah participated in the festivities (even though she wanted no part of it). Peters, you'll be happy to see that the $12 you forced me to spend on that ridiculous bejeweled dog scarf got put to use. What was I thinking???
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