i.e., Ghetto Halloween … i.e., Halloween in the ‘hood
Why those little sh*ts! Someone stole my candy bowls. Granted, they only cost me 49 cents, but still, how rude. Next year? No candy for anyone. I’m just going to hide in the dark with my lights off.
Tonight was our stitch’n'bitch night for the girls. The boys went out of their way to pay a visit and duck taped the apt door shut and stole one of the sharks the intro classes are dissecting and taped it to the door.
Then put duck tape on our cars. Hello, that shit removes paint. dumbasses.
the shark was funny, the tape on cars not at all. *sigh*
@koko: If you know who they are, turn ‘em in. That goes beyond prank and becomes vandalism.
@disenchanted: They stole your candy bowls? This makes me ask the question, why were you not handing the candy out? To me Halloween was always a holiday where homeowner handed children the candy, I wasn’t aware that it was customary to leave a bowl out and not answer the door.
Am I missing something? Of course, it could be a regional difference in how the “holiday” is treated.
*grins*
@ CQ: We were handing it out earlier in the evening, but we got hungry and went to dinner. They didn’t steal my bowls last year. I tell you what though, we had a couple of kids who were trick or treating in their school clothes – no costumes, nothing.
Yeah, f*ck it. I’m not gonna’ bust my butt to get home next year in time to give them goodies.
I did the hiding in the dark thing. I figure if they little bastards don’t knock on my door and say hello the rest of the year, they can stay off my porch on Halloween.
And while they’re at it, they can stay off my lawn!
I did let the co-irkers children trick or treat in my cubicle this year. I actually broke down and gave out candy this year. I figure giving them sugar is revenge for all the crap their mommies and daddies give me all year.
[...] time it took to eat, some little shit took *all* the candy. Yep, I was out of candy by 5:15 p.m., but at least they left the bowl. That means I am hiding upstairs in my bedroom, ignoring the doorbell. I’ll spend the rest of [...]