There Is No End To The Big Jip
I don't know about you, but I remember every single Halloween growing up to be in the middle of the week. I remember the teachers eyes rolling when I asked the teachers why, complaining, we had to come in to school the next day. How are we to be expected to do that after trying to celebrate the holiday properly? Another thing I remember is that every single one of the Halloween's were always cold AND rainy.
It's Friday. It's 70 degrees outside. The air even smells sort of like spring. I thought there were rules about what you had to endure to get free chocolate. What the hell is wrong with these spoiled rotten brats today?!?
You're darn fricken right I'm jealous.
It's Friday. It's 70 degrees outside. The air even smells sort of like spring. I thought there were rules about what you had to endure to get free chocolate. What the hell is wrong with these spoiled rotten brats today?!?
You're darn fricken right I'm jealous.