I am extremely disappointed by the trick or treaters in Saratoga. Ms. Carryover and I handed just one sampling of candy to costumed minors last night. Sure, we were watching both Ghostbusters and Ghostbusters 2 while I brewed a batch of Northface Nutbrown Ale, and having a good time. But where's the heart?
Now we're left with $15 worth of high fructose corn syrup that will contribute to increased cavities and nocturnal unrest.
These kids remind of Henny Hughes in the 2006 BC Sprint: crappy.
Was that an egg that burst on my door?