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Happy Halloween to all of you who are enjoying the one night you can be yourself and nobody stops you to check to see if you’re OK.
The trophy for the evening goes to the mother who took a large bottle of cinnamon whisky and disposable shot glasses with her as she took her tots trick or treating. Each person handing out candy was offered a shot, and she spread cheer throughout her neighborhood.
I was impressed with the crowd in my brother-in-law’s neighborhood. No prostitots, and no teenage girls dressed inappropriately for the occasion.
If you’re going to walk down the middle of a dark road on Halloween, please make sure you’re aware of the large piece of steel and glass coming up from behind you with bright lights in the front.
Derby was very excited to see Boo when he came home in costume, possibly because he was dressed as Scooby-Doo, but more likely because she could bite his tail and go for a ride as he ran through the house.
This year, I would entitle my costume as “Exhaustion.” It’s sort of a concept thing.
Subtle hints when you’re married to Irish Woman – “Hey, honey, I brought some orange juice and cranberries. Just in case you were thinking of doing any baking.”
One of the nicest feelings a man can have is when he is finally legally and morally able to put his ex-wife on the “Block Caller” list.
Southern phrase that I need to work into a book someday – “Sweating like a hooker on nickel day”

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