gremlins and gremlets:
I missed Halloween this year. Except for one Werthers and Snickers bender, I didn't do anything Halloweenesque. I didn't drink, didn't dress up, didn't ogle chicks dressed like the whores they wish they could dress like the other 365 days a year (fuck you... every year should be a leap year). I didn't hand out candy (I ate it like the fat fuck I am). I didn't watch a scary movie (I was going to watch the Kathy Bates/Jack Nicholson hot tub scene over and over again to get in the spirit, but I forgot which movie included that morsel of boner-be-gone).
Ogle, I believe, is Latin for "eye-fuck."
You're welcome.
Tune in next time when I go into a mall and wonder out loud about how the stores are putting Christmas decorations up earlier and earlier every year.
out
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