Halloween is over and now it's time to devour what's left of the candy. I think I've eaten my weight in Snickers and Skittles this past week, and I don't really eat a lot of candy...normally.
This year Halloween was slow in our little town, which is okay by me. Here are the best door knockers from Saturday night -
The Psycho Clown- I'm not sure where the inspiration for this lies, but I'm going to guess Bozo finally entertained his last kid. I don't mind clowns and that mask creeped me out.
Dr. Phil - This wasn't today's Dr. Phil, this quasi psychoanalyst was from his college days - in the 70s. This little duplicate of the weight loss guru had the big fro and little handle bar mustache paired with hideous clothes that could only be worn three decades ago.
Baby Bird - Moms and dads, if you have an infant - and they're the only one trick or treating - it's pretty obvious that you're scoring candy for yourselves. Lame. Chances are you wrestled that kid into that costume that will make them hate the holiday for the rest of their childhood. Make it easier, go pick up a bag of Milk Duds. If you wait until the 1st of November, you can get it half price.
Football player - This little guy was all about the grab and go. It was a good thing I had a firm grip on the bowl. When I said he could have more than one, he went elbow deep into the yummy treats and his hand runneth over.
Those were the best of the night. We had little bunnies, a few bears and a couple witches.
When we grew up we had a list of houses to hit up, show off our costumes and then trudge back through the cold to the truck. Normally we got home late and mom and dad would scan the candy (they said they were checking for needles) and pick out what they wanted before giving us the rest of the crap. I guess they considered it payment for dragging us around the county all night and spending all that time on a costume we were going to wear about three hours.
Fun times.
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