“I grew up in a college town, and one Halloween our doorbell rang and we opened the door expecting to see trickortreaters—but what was in front of our open door—was another door! Like, a full-on wooden door, that had a sign that said “Please knock.” So we did, and the door swung open to reveal a bunch of college dudes dressed as really old grandmothers, curlers in their hair, etc, who proceeded to coo over our “costumes” and tell us we were “such cute trick or treaters!” One even pinched my cheek. Then THEY gave US candy, closed their door, picked it up and walked to the next house.”
tnkcmndr:
i hope you go to black pirate’s and don’t remember the night
i hope you end up at “insert some shitty tbay dance club” and strip naked on stage only to blind every other tanned person in said club due to your iridescent white skin
i hope the bar evacuates
because they think the bar is haunted? that’s kind of happened before…