"I'm a little drunk. I'm just balancing random things on my head now. Where's that cat?"
Torrell claims the last box for himself. And for the Dutch.
Sean's claims of giving candy to trick or treaters was proven a lie once again when he was caught reentering the house with 184 milk duds in his mouth.
Christine had seen this swordplay end in tears too many times to be a participant again.
"Has anyone seen my sword? I'd get right on that sword swallowing trick I promised if only I could find it."
And thus began the 5 year war of the Pirate Candy Golfers.
Sarah didn't open her mouth much during the party. We suspect this was due to her chewing on human flesh and not wanting to gross everyone out.
Torrell: See, so it goes into the sheath. And then...back out. And then in....and back out. And in....and then..
Everyone: We get it!
"I'm dropping so much glitter on your floors. Teehee!"
Hard candy shell on the outside, cold blooded killer on the inside.
Torrell: I will eat your delicious face meat. But I will not kiss you. So stop asking me that Mr.PinkSkull.
The unholy spread.
As Torrell drank, he grew uncomfortable and shed layers of clothes. Another 10 minutes and things would cease to be PG-13.
This photo is part of Mika's "See, even witches floss!" ad campaign.
