It's Halloween and you know what that means — by the end of the night I'll be beyond aggravated about something unexpected as usual. Last year the unexpected came from teenagers who came to my door on skateboards with open backpacks muttering "trick or treat." They wore Hurley shirts and caps backward and mumbled. I asked what they were supposed to be, they replied "skateboarders." Punks. They were not in costume. I guarantee they were on their backyard ramp at dusk when all the kids in the neighborhood started roaming in costume and the punks decided they wanted in on the free candy game.
Well, not this year, punks.
That's right, teenagers. If you come to Mrs. Faler's house you're getting pencils, staples, and some random chargers from old cell phones. If you're lucky I may throw in frozen waffles. If you're fourteen you're too old to trick or treat. You should be at a Halloween party or at a horror movie or doing something that could possibly get you brought up on charges of vandalism (not that I'm suggesting illegal activities here on the Kerry Blog). What I'm saying here is this: you teenagers need to get a life. Go to the Walgreens and buy a bag of candy, then hang out with friends tonight, don't come to my house with backpacks.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll have emo teenagers at the door this year dressed in regular everyday clothes and when I ask what they're supposed to be, they will say the kids from Twilight. I'm not buying that either, teenagers. I'm onto you.
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