The day after trick or treating, by harold hunt Subscribe to rss feed for harold hunt

The day after trick or treating.
It's the day after Halloween. The kids are all in the
bathroom.
They are throwing up on all the candy they ate.
While mom is standing at the door asking if they want
another candy bar.
The costumes are all put away until next years candy steal.

The pumpkins are all about to rot so no homemade pumpkin
pie.
Witches are on their brooms flying back to where they came
from.
The graveyard is quite no zombie party on this day.
Posted: 2014-11-03 02:54:46 UTC

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