Trick or Treating in the Burbs

So Max and I go trick or treating. (buh dum chhhh). Max wore a "confining" snakeskin jumpsuit, and I wore a hooded sweatshirt and pants. He was Michael Jackson, and I was "Little Boy." This may surprise you, but we got much candy.

Anyway, there were these punks (in the flats, how threatening) that came over to "start some shi'ite." They asked us if we wanted whip cream. Anywhere else, you would think it's mace, no? Nay, they were much less gang-starr than that. I will admit, I thought it was silly string that they were going to shoot us with, BUT NO. They are EVEN LAMER. What was contained in these cans?

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Colgate. Yes. Toothpaste. OH NO PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THY FIREY WRATH OF TOOTHPASTE AHHHHHHHH! So Max and I ran intellectual circles around them, then asked if they could please spray us with whipped cream. I would sure love some. They couldn't handle it, so they left.

A while later, we saw them stealing a Kerry-Edwards sign from some lawn and toting it around to show how bad they were. OH THE HUMANITY!



3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not sure if this is on point, but its amazing how easy it is for me to imagine Max in a confining snakeskin suit. I believe he stuffed my corset from A Little Princess on last summer, and i had to run all around the greenroom after him for it.

remember, max?

7/01/2005 7:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I dont think this is on point, but its not hard for me to imagine Max in a confining snakeskin suit. As i recall MAX, last summer you "borrowed" my corset for A Little Princess and wore it for like an hour. YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ITS TRUE.

remember?

7/01/2005 7:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uh oh.... it came up twice.... but the first one didnt show up....... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK! well. you'll just know double.

7/01/2005 7:28 PM  

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