Halloween is over. That was a fun holiday, I must say. It’s just neat to see so many different jack-asses. I would like to tell you about my haunted house experience. Let me begin by saying that haunted houses are not fun. Maybe it was me, maybe it was my mood. I was definitely not in the mood to go, but a lot of my really good friends were going (and needed a ride), so I ended up going. We walk up to the entrance and some dildo dressed up like a dildo tells us its $10. We all back up and debate driving back home. Then he comes back and tells us its only $8. Hmm. I guess we’re suckers for a rip-off because we ended up saying, “Oh, okay.” Then came the crappy part. As stated, I was already in a horrible mood. Right after I pay, the guy says, okay, we need you in groups of 4 or less. Well, guess what. There were five of us. Apparently this dildo didn’t have a whole lot of wiggle room (as ironic as that sounds) so…. Okay, let me just cut to the chase: I go through this pathetic excuse for a haunted house with 3 complete strangers and bump my head on every single damn doorway because this thing has a 6’ ceiling and I am 6’5” and it was pitch black. I have never wanted to punch so many people in all my life. I am following these 3 people I don’t know who are having a blast screaming and laughing at all the assholes that jump out at them, while I am very calmly reminding each asshole jumping out at me that the guy at the entrance said they can’t touch me. In closing I would have to say that my favorite part about the haunted house, (which was actually more of a haunted back of a big semi connected to a green house) was the fact that when I stepped outside the exit, I realized that at some point inside one of the gouls had spilled blue paint all over my favorite shirt.
My mom’s basement is scarier than that piece of shit place.