halloweenie

Last night I went over to a friend's house. He lives in an apartment complex with a very diverse population, lots of transexuals and generally people who like to have a good time. On my way up to the building, I was called over by a group set up by the sidewalk with cookies, candy and "alcohol" in the form of, well, it might've been mouthwash or it might've been cough syrup. I escaped Wendy (of Caspar fame) only after I took a bundle of candy and two shots of "alcohol". Now who ever said trannie witches don't know how to party?