Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Well, that's me dressed for tomorrow night. Met you under the flaming pumpkin, Your Lordship, you be trick, I'm the treat.
Andrew, I think you're right, I'm just a drag queen at heart.
Well, I think you look flamming gorgeous!
What is happening tomorrow night? Did I miss something?
I don't turn tricks ... even if I'm offered treats and sweets by passing strangers.Keep feeding me the lines Copperwidgie. You're a good second banana - and nowhere near as expensive as the ones at our local greengrocer.
Ah Zoe, the good old days before the young and slim potions ran out.All Hallows Eve, Andrew. The only night you're legally allowed to frighten the bejabbers out of rotten little beggars of sweeties and chocolate.You didn't mention money, Your Beardship.
Who said Halloween doesn't happen in the Blue Mountains? Went through $50 worth of lollies with the little buggers.
I didn't have candy, I had jewellery for the girls but didn't see one child.The school didn't even have a sausage sizzle for the night.
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