Little terrorists

OK, you little terrorists. I went out and bought some freakin' candy. So I get to get up every five minutes during the movie, pretend to be charmed by your little outfit, and give you that which you so self-righteously extort.

I'll have one hand on the candy basket and one on the switch for the sprinklers. Anyone taller than me goes home with frostbite.

Mess with my yard, and it's leftover Independence Day ordnance, remote switching by Estes. And believe me, I had more fun on the Fourth than you did.

After 8:00 I'll be drinking in earnest, so expect my sense of tolerance to lower accordingly.

And if you're a teenager without a costume, may God have mercy on your soul.

:spank:

and tape it to the front door?

If I though it'd help, I'd do it myself.

thank you very much!

Usually have run out of candy by about 8.

the terrorists have won. :)