The only cackles I heard last night were from adult throats.
Steven Miller, self-portrait from the night in question:
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The only cackles I heard last night were from adult throats.
Steven Miller, self-portrait from the night in question:
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Methinks you must live in one of those Seattle neighborhoods where a nice starter family house is a million bucks- cause where I live, the streets were full of little kids trick or treating- because actual families live around here.
Seattle- city of singles, and millionaires.
I guess you might save on candy expenses what you pay in higher rents?
Ries: You’re rural.
I Beg Your Pardon!
Rural- such an insult.
I am also, I might remind you, a breeder.
Both of which, surprisingly enough, give me some insight into children and trick or treating, as we have both out here.
Have you now joined the Charles Mudede Crusade to execute everyone who doesnt live downtown?
I happen to live a mere 2 miles from the booming Metropolis of Edison Washington, population 133.
And last night, Edison was swarming with kids- at 6:30 PM, I would estimate that there were 150 kids trick or treating in Edison.
And yes, even though we sleep in the mud with our cow, we DO actually have streets in Edison.
And then, I went up to Bellingham- another tiny pimple, by the elevated standards of you worldly and urbane Seattleites- and it, too, was full of actual children, trick or treating.
I can only assume that all the blase adults, dressed in their bondage gear, moved down to your neighborhood to escape all these horrible children…
No insult intended, Ries. I love the rural and like to imagine myself amid growing things while my boots make sucking sounds in the mud. Maybe my next life.
ACTUALLY… there are kids that live in my building (Charles Mudede’s even!), not that I saw them last night. That’s right – me and my glitter titties were out doing adult things with other adults. If only I had heard the innocent laugh of children, I’m sure I would have stopped my activities in shame and… done what exactly? Why is this an argument? Dear Ries – you have your fun and I’ll have mine.