Everyone always loved trading candy with me. I, of course, gave away all my chocolate. One chocolate bar got me a handful of regular candies. Both parties felt like they were pulling one over on the other.
My best ever Halloween costume was when I dressed up as a lumberjack and had a fake beard. I was maybe eight.
Then my brother and I used the clear plastic tube the fake beard came in as a psionic torture chamber for our Gi Joe action figures when they got captured.
My mom always took our best candy. She’s diabetic now.
My brother is older. He used to beat me up.
Everyone always loved trading candy with me. I, of course, gave away all my chocolate. One chocolate bar got me a handful of regular candies. Both parties felt like they were pulling one over on the other.
JB, who’s the older one – you or your bro?
“Lech – living out in the sticks, how’d you go trick or treating?”
he’s probably dress up and go hunting
Jester – why so much rage today, buddy?
Trading candy with my brother after an entire night of collection stands out as an A+ childhood memory.
Lech – living out in the sticks, how’d you go trick or treating?
No benson- it’s National Bitch About Your Cat Day 🙂
My best ever Halloween costume was when I dressed up as a lumberjack and had a fake beard. I was maybe eight.
Then my brother and I used the clear plastic tube the fake beard came in as a psionic torture chamber for our Gi Joe action figures when they got captured.