For normal people, this is the day of candy. The day of admiring the mutilated flesh of once joyful pumpkins rotting and molding out on our front stoops. Of freely giving away our carefully stashed candy to tiny little peasants who come up to our doors like chocolate-obsessed lunatics dressed in bizarre clothing.
But today, as you begin to stuff your chipmunk face full of all the chocolate and candy and popcorn balls (BLECH) that you refuse to give away to the three hundred Captain America’s walking down your leaf-strewn street, you might find your slightly warped brain meats preoccupied by something far less appetizing than how many marshmallows you can fit into your cheeks without choking.
Good afternoon, Cyberspace, and welcome to yet another glorious episode of The Smudged Thoughts PictoPrompter!!!
Now, I was planning on having this particular episode be the first-ever Smudged Thoughts PictoPrompter PLUS!, in which one random writer wins a one-of-a-kindly-hand-crafted prize by yours truly, but alas, that requires a despicable thing known as planning. And with both NaNoWriMo and Christmas fast approaching in one hob-gobbled mess that is currently threatening to strangle me with its gnarly fingers, well…Read More »
(WARNING: absolutely no exaggerations have been implemented in the transferral of this severely real event into a fictitious tale. some material not appropriate for ages over 60. reader discretion is advised. . .)