Never attend a Halloween party where the guests are required to have at least one mental illness to enter. Few things are more depressing than spending your favorite holiday hobnobbing with people in various states of cerebral disarray, especially when a couple of years prior, you have spent nearly a decade suffering through involuntary live-in therapy with the same crowd. Really makes you feel like you haven't progressed at all.
In light of this failed Halloween, I now declare this year's Thanksgiving and Xmas to be Halloween parts 2 and 3. Mark your calendars, people.
(The above is only tangentially related to costumes, but I had to remove the costume-related rant on account of it being long, rambling and pointless. So I'll put it in this thread anyway. Rest assured that this post was, at least in it's formative stages, on-topic.)
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"This grass feels funny. It feels like... pants." - Kirby
A song.
Also a song.
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