Tricky-Treat

So yes, I gave out goodies last night.

There was of course, the usual assortment of ghosts, ghouls and goblins. A smattering of satans, a plethora of pirates, and a washtub full of witches. And yes, there were also many children in costumes.

I mean, when I was around say 11 or 12, I thought I was too old to 'trick or treat'. That must have been "back in the day".

There were some young lads and lasses going around last night who probably parked their own cars around the corner! Gee whiz. And some of the costumes? Maybe I'm an old perv, but some of them teen girls looked like they were auditioning for a job at the Spearmint Rhino. They had to have tucked their tits into those costumes with a broom handle.

And to top it off, near the end of the evening, a family of wetbacks er, illegals I mean, mexicans - and I do mean a whole family - came knocking at the door. Everyone had a bag. Including the father, the mother, the two older sons (early twenties, puffing Marlboros) as well as the younger kids - the ones who were of the age where they should actually be trick or treating.
Now I ain't about to deny a family of the spanish persuasion a handfull of goodies. Call me prejudiced if you will, but I figger it's a small price to pay for preserving the integrity of the current paint job on my house.

I just don't get it. Rock crushes scissors, scissors cut paper, and greed covers pride I guess.

Oh, and here's a funny: