You don't have enough candy?

You fucking fail.

You don't have enough candy.

You suck.

Or do you?

Well in this case you do.

Anyway, who doesn't buy enough candy for Trick or Treaters? My parents.
My mom is kinda a stooge when it comes to candy or fun. She seems to think that because she hates Halloween she will let it seethe into the rest of us.
Not fucking I. No fucking way.

Halloween is a time to have fun. It is made and designed to dress up and goof off. I guess it is made for the dullards to get drunk and party too. I was once a dullard of sorts. I mean partying is fun but can get tiring. Dressing up is a goddamn blast and as such should be included in the word fun.

Therefore, don't under prepare for Halloween. Even if you're diabetic like someone I know. Mr. P is diabetic but he's also chinsy. He has the attitude of only buying enough food or in our case enough candy.

Sure, candy is getting pricier but for the love of god Halloween happens once a year. Splurge just a little bit and make this fucking Halloween great, make it spooky, go to a haunted house, corn maze or anything else.
Bottom line is have fun.
Don't cheat out Trick or Treaters.
You were once one, weren't you?

Thanks!

Being Patrick Roy

Suddenly, I was talking with one of the greatest goalies of all time.
This was a dream and I was in it.

I was near where the players go on and off the ice. Alas, I was a goalie in full goalie gear and everything. I had about a ten minute conversation with one Patrick Roy. I asked Roy what he thought I  could work on.
He basically said  "You're not seeing the puck with your eyes, look with your  eyes." And I asked him what that all meant and I idled off to a different conversation. We talked about how damn dangerous the Pens were and how good the rest of the league was. We talked about Giguere and Varlamov but he said he really like Mckinnion.

....And of all the weirdest things there was a door that shined light in. It was angellic-type light but it was odd because there was green, green, green grass outside the door. It was really close to the door and unnaturally green.
I soon woke up because my mom was yelling.

Wow!
I am glad nothing else wacky happened like a clown throwing pies out of a blimp.