We don't get trick or treaters in our neighborhood.
We don't really, either, probably because we live in a town of a near infinite number of McMansion cul de sacs that are better targets for trick or treating than our house. Also, we killed the Murphy boy that one time with razor acid apple jolly ranchers and *apparently* people remember that sort of thing.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? ***. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.