Reminds me of the good old days when we would grease a few stairs and door knows, or throw a full string of "lady finger" firecrackers into the crowd of kids the moment they yelled "trick or treat" at the door, gets me kind of introspective, then there's the black cat, bad luck if it cuts in front of you, especially when there's a gasoline soaked rag flaming and tied to it's tail, fuck I'm getting misty eyed...but I'll never forget while on parole for a few manslaughter raps, that I dindu, I was ordered to perform a few years of community service starting with a drug rehab facility and center for self purpose...it was Halloween and the mood was pretty much suicidal, so I got buddy to round up a few of our hookers and send them over with every chemical, snort, smoke and cheap red wine within reach...well things really livened up...then the first batch of masked ankle biters is at the door...somehow a bunch of treble hooks got mixed up in the grab bag, fucking 3 rug rats greedily dive their hands down into the bag hoping to bonus out on a big handful of candy, well, that really picked up the tone, fucking kids were hooked and snagged on the pillow case grab bag and they're trying to run in different directions, what a night and I gave everyone a new lease on a miserable overdue life. Next day I get notified that my community service stipulations were rescinded and that I was not permitted within 2.5 sq miles of the facility. I filed a request to have my fishhooks returned or monetary compensation thereof. Those days are gone and look at the sick bastards out there today.
Zyklonbeekeeper 0 points 6 months ago
Reminds me of the good old days when we would grease a few stairs and door knows, or throw a full string of "lady finger" firecrackers into the crowd of kids the moment they yelled "trick or treat" at the door, gets me kind of introspective, then there's the black cat, bad luck if it cuts in front of you, especially when there's a gasoline soaked rag flaming and tied to it's tail, fuck I'm getting misty eyed...but I'll never forget while on parole for a few manslaughter raps, that I dindu, I was ordered to perform a few years of community service starting with a drug rehab facility and center for self purpose...it was Halloween and the mood was pretty much suicidal, so I got buddy to round up a few of our hookers and send them over with every chemical, snort, smoke and cheap red wine within reach...well things really livened up...then the first batch of masked ankle biters is at the door...somehow a bunch of treble hooks got mixed up in the grab bag, fucking 3 rug rats greedily dive their hands down into the bag hoping to bonus out on a big handful of candy, well, that really picked up the tone, fucking kids were hooked and snagged on the pillow case grab bag and they're trying to run in different directions, what a night and I gave everyone a new lease on a miserable overdue life. Next day I get notified that my community service stipulations were rescinded and that I was not permitted within 2.5 sq miles of the facility. I filed a request to have my fishhooks returned or monetary compensation thereof. Those days are gone and look at the sick bastards out there today.