Dude.
Someone stole my bitchin' jaco lantern.' I woorked three hours on this great greaveyard scene with spooky trees and an owl. It was only wout for one night! That hasn't happened since I was very little. It wasn't even smashed in the street, whi ch is weir. Where is it? Maybe it was so cool that someone else had to have it or their own porch. I hope it grows ebola and liquefies their internal organs. Okay, not really. Do you know what it good? Mulled cider with vanilla vodka. Well, cinnamon is better, but they don't make it anymore.