My halloween ended up just like I thought it would. SWEET. I didn't do any trick or treating, but I did end up going to my friend Jimmys house as The Amazon with a pumpkin candy basket. It was funny to me. Anyway, Sorry you got robbed, Sorry your girlfriend is a douche, sorry Tass can't get a women, and sorry you had to run downstairs everytime the doorbell rang.
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I went trick-or-treating. Yeah, I realize I'm almost 18 years old.
...It's free candy. Who wouldn't want it?
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I don't like candy.Comment
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Guido and I definitely want to see.Originally posted by jamukoOkay... four guys one of my roommates knows dressed up (down?) as the Yatta guys.
Yeah, THOSE Yatta guys.
They're carrying a boom box playing the song... they even did the dance on the side of the road. G! R! Double E! N! LEAVES~!
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We have photos, but I don't think you want them...
As for me...what did I do?
I made up a science test, went home, watched Seabiscuit, then left for dress rehearsal at 4:45 and was there until 10:15. Then proceeded to Dunk Dunk (Dunkin' Donuts) until about 11:15. Lupin called me as I was getting into a car of about 7 people and I talked to him on the way home. We got NO trick or treaters because my house is on this dark road, so I get the Reese's, Milky Ways, Babe Ruths (gross), Crunches, and best of all, the 100 grands, all to myself.
And my mom.
and dad.
and dog.
Because she always ends up finding some way to get it.
Originally posted by Arch0wlI'd better be considering I own roughly six textbooks on logic and have taken courses involving its extensive use
Originally posted by AfrobeanJust that you're a piece of shit who can't see reason and instead deserves a fucking beating.Originally Posted by JurseyRider734
the fact that you're resorting to threatening physical violence says a lot anyway.Comment
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My Halloween was spent sitting in my chair, doing random stuff at my computer, just like every other weeknight of my life when I don't have to work.
My only other real option was to go to a party in Seattle filled with druggies, as this is where all my friends were going. This party was spread over two stories of a house - upstairs there would be a horrible band playing music far too loud to be able to do anything else at all, and downstairs there would be 50 or so fuckups crowded into a 15' x 15' room doing whatever drugs that they could get their hands on.
I had a good night at home though, although the only real reason that I even knew it was Halloween was because there was a giant basket of candy on the kitchen table.
Originally posted by seinnoand also thank you everone for clearing it up for me I will try to start using my two hands iv tried quit a bit i put my left hand index and middle finger middle finger is on the up arrow index on on left arrow and right hand i use my index for the down button and middle for the right button does that seem weird?Comment
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I'm eating some Lifesaver Gummies my sister brought home yesterday.Comment
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I am secrectly eating my little brothers candy while he is at school^_^
I'm sure he wouldn't mind...
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Same here.Originally posted by lightdarkness(18:20:35) Jay: screw this
(18:20:38) Jay: i'm turning our lights off
(18:20:45) Jay: I'm not running downstairs everytime the doorbell rings
I hate trick or treaters

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I'd give anything to have trick or treaters at my house. For the longest time we haven't had them, mostly because our driveway is really long and dark. We used to get all the good candy and make up cool bags, and now we just get pop for the kids that don't show up, which I don't drink.Originally posted by NightRider756Same here.Originally posted by lightdarknessI hate trick or treaters
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thank you for that random account random wasted message
I got a crap load of candy
I dressed up as the sandbag (avatar)
it was the best
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I waited until seven when like 50 people in a group came up to my house to trick or treat and so I just went with them.Life, is a prophesyComment





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