a.) Be a decent human being and hand out candy to all the precious little kiddies, or
b.) Just sit on my sofa and every time I get a knock at the door yell, "Thelma doesn't like visitors", or
c.) Answer the door (sans candy) and explain to the little heathens that Halloween is a holiday straight from the anus of Satan and that I'll bet when they're burning to crispies in the pit of hell they won't think their little costumes are so cute then, and the fact that the people next door hand out full-size candy bars just won't really matter. Because in hell your candy will melt. And I would finish with a deliciously evil cackle and then poke them in the eye just so they'd know I wasn't fooling around.
I'll have to think about it. Tough decision.
Take Care,
Babs
I vote for C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's the only real choice.
PK
Good grief. Just hand the candies out. And feel sorry for me. Im tromping through wet leaves with Superman and super SLOW kitty. Blugh
ReplyDeleteI'm jealous. No kids come to my apt. and I love handing out candy and seeing all the adorable little kids in their costumes.
ReplyDeleteThe Former Father actually loved Halloween and made it extra fun. He would put the speaker on the porch, put a sheet over it, place the pumpkin on top and then hook up the microphone to the stereo (he had a fancy-ass one) and then as kids would come to the door, he would speak their names or whatever. Varying reactions ensued, of course.
Just make sure it's decent candy. Mom always handed out that nasty peanut butter kisses - the ones wrapped in black & orange wax paper that everybody hates. And the FF would always wonder our house got egged.
*sigh* "those" nasty...blah blah blah
ReplyDeleteOh Babs. You're killing me. Your posts are bringing me to tears these days (good, funny tears - from laughing so hard).
ReplyDeletegdtosh funny