Last night at 9PM I was visited by a gaggle of obviously intoxicated trick-or-treating 16 year old girls, sans costume. The first thing that came out of my mouth was, “Aren’t you a little too old to be trick or treating?” The thing that worries me is that I said that without having to think of it, as if the adult in me has already staked a claim in my psyche. To regain some coolness I should have ran into my room to put on some of the new 50 Cent, but the moment of redemption passed and I just stood there with a bag of delicious Snickers. I am officially out of touch with today’s youth.
Anyways, a great costume for this town would have been to dress up in a suit and limp around with crutches… Scooter Libby.
This picture represents how I feel about 95% of the people who read my site:
And this is a picture of my trolls patiently waiting for my next offering:
P.S. The age of consent in Maryland is 16.