It's Halloween!

I've never been all that big on Halloween. My wife Kat doesn't really care for it either. So trick-or-treaters may be greeted with an exasperated, "Oh, hey. Fuck. Honey? Can you bring me some apples or coffee beans or something? There are kids at the door."

That said, Halloween does have the baffling and nonsensical tradition of leading women to believe that their costumes must be as whorish and slutty as possible, regardless of what they are. Slutty nurse, slutty French Maid, slutty Spongebob, slutty Zombie Rabbi, it doesn't matter.

Given that fact, and the penchant for my office to look like a scene from the Tits Ahoy night club on any given day of the week anyway since hardly any of the women there know the difference between "business casual" and "I'm going out to get fucked," today should be a pretty exciting day at work.

1 comment:

Katrina said...

You're blogging up a storm! Are you going to join me for NaBloPoMo? It's going to be fun!