Posted on 10/27/2016 4:00:23 PM PDT by Sean_Anthony
Bullying Doesn’t Pay.
All of us are crazier at night than in daytime — triply so on Halloween.
On that pitch black, moonless Halloween night, Wayne’ s plan was not only crazy — it was diabolical. Muscular, barrel-chested and an imposing six-foot, five-inches tall, he was an outstanding athlete at the college where I taught. He was also a bully.
Dressed in a white sheet with a bloody knife wound over his heart and a hood with slanted eyeholes and fanged, frowning mouth, he would drop from his hiding place in a tree above a sidewalk in front of approaching trick-or-treaters, raise his arms, and roar, “Y-A-A-A-R-GH,” causing terrified tots to drop their bags of booty and flee. Handing the stolen sweets to his cohorts in nearby bushes, he would climb again to his perch.
Asshole.
Good reason to trick or treat with a couple of Debermanns.
Then, take *his* candy.
Oh Oh I have been bullyed, Join the Marines Son
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