11-01-2005, 01:13 AM
If I went through all the trouble to grow a giant pumpkin and some jackass vandalised it... They would find them selves at the bad end of a shotgun loaded with rock salt.
I have rock salt shells for the 10g. I am supremely confident that those would hurt like hell.
And it is officially my least favourite night of the year. I hate this night, and the memories of this night.
Now if you will excuse me, I must go keep an eye out for miscreants, vandals, guys in white sheets with pointy hats that are certainly not ghosts, punks, chumps, dip#$%&s, jackasses, and people that think it's funny to kill livestock in a mock satanic fashion. Anybody lays so much as a finger on my goats... I'll slowly cut off that finger with boltcutters and feed it to them.
Sorry. Hate this night. Always makes me twitchy.
I have rock salt shells for the 10g. I am supremely confident that those would hurt like hell.
And it is officially my least favourite night of the year. I hate this night, and the memories of this night.
Now if you will excuse me, I must go keep an eye out for miscreants, vandals, guys in white sheets with pointy hats that are certainly not ghosts, punks, chumps, dip#$%&s, jackasses, and people that think it's funny to kill livestock in a mock satanic fashion. Anybody lays so much as a finger on my goats... I'll slowly cut off that finger with boltcutters and feed it to them.
Sorry. Hate this night. Always makes me twitchy.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."