Yeah, so it's that time of year again. And, as is the same with every year, I was mucho unprepared.
So yesterday I went with one of my friends to three different places to look for a mask (count em, 3 damn it!). Every place either sold out, was too expensive, or just had jack shit/ lines too long.
Next day: Halloween day. I have community service at 2:20 and it ends at 4:20. My friend informs me that Trick-or-treat time is at 5:00. I have no costume. I rush home and piece together something that actually turned out pretty elaborate: I busted out my jacket, took two of my many knive and slapped them on each sleeve, then I placed two more in the pocket. I then put on a pair of black slacks, got out my heavy-ass sword, slinged my rather large water rifle over my shoulder and with goggles on my head, proceded to leave the house as "The most prepared person in case of a zombie invasion". I got much candy, and all was well. Oh, and one of my friends went as a fat ballarina. That was just plain silly/hilarious/holy friggin christ that rocks.
In other yet related somewhat news, I'll have a halloween pic comin up soon. I swear, it'll be here. You just keep your pants on and wait, like good little girls and boys.
On a completely unrelated note, I cut myself shavin off my mustache. It hurts. A lot. Only the Rolling Eye could cut himself with an ELEC-FRIGGIN-TRIC SHAVER!!! Happy Halloween, you fart nuggets you.