I guess it’s time to draw the curtain and pop the champaign. I’m not always mad and angry, I’m really just flat out mad and fit to commit. I really am mad as a hatter for Halloween. I love how society goes completely bass-ackwards for a day or even the week prior. I love how it’s socially acceptable for hot girls to dress completely skankily in whatever they desire to be. Even fat chicks are welcome to join in, so long as the rolls don’t distract and it’s tasteful given the size. I’m not a fucking chubby-chaser; I mentally put a giant laughing man logo over you.
I love walking around the streets looking at girls and imagining what they’d wear to a costume party. Would she be the kind of girl who just wears lingerie without any thought in the costume, or would she dress like the bitch slut she really is and theme up the sexiness? It all comes to fruition when the parties roll around, and damn have there been some good ones in the past.
Mardi Gras comes close to the craziness, but that’s just a celebration of craziness and fun. Halloween, on the other foot, presents itself as a time to let the girl ride you, not because you’re fucking wasted off your ass and can’t perform, but because the girls are usually so fucking horny they want the power trip.
I’ve heard so many people bitch and complain about all the girls dressing like sluts, and how there’s never any good costume out there for a girl. To them, I say, “eat a dick, please”. The best costumes aren’t bought, nor are they expensive. The best costumes are the thoughtful ones, the ones that make you laugh, the ones people remember. As for the criticisms towards girls always being slutty for costume parties, the gripes are usually poised by whales whom are so uncomfortable with their own self-image that they demand everyone else be as miserable as they are. Fuck you and that whale you… uhh… road in on? Wait, that joke didn’t come out quite as planned.
Who gives a shit about kids running around asking for candy? They’ll get plenty of candy from me if I’m around, but the real fun is growing up and having the costumed delights running around you. I just fucking love Halloween for all the fucked up stuff you’re allowed and even expected to do and say. This ain’t no mistletoe you kiss under, it’s a damn skull dripping blood and bats flying out of the eyes that you fuck the sexy teacher under. Woo-hoo!