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Hurricane Halloween

sucks to be a kid on a hurricane halloween, where putting on the costume to trick or treat really doesn’t make much sense, because along with the whole getup, you got to fit your little self into some waders or rain boots at the least & slosh through the **** with an angry parent or some kind of psychotic chaperone who’s obviously got a deathwish of sorts--- with the flood waters rushing round & the makeup running down your face, scary claw gloves tearing at your hands & your little plastic pumpkin filling up with water, destroying what little candy you somehow mustered anyway--- besides, what suffering adult in such a calamity, wants to shell out some candy (whatever they’ve got sitting around that’s dry) to some kid whose parents have the gull to come & get something from you in the middle of a goddamn hurricane?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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