The bro and I were 2, my sis was 7. They both look excited to be sitting on Santa’s lap while I appear to be either shocked or scared shitless.

I’m too lazy to write a “real” blog post, so I opted out and posted this adorable picture of me and my siblings from back in the day.

Happy Holidays everyone!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go into a food coma.

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My Halloween celebration started last Saturday at a Halloween party. My roommate and I were Napoleon Dynamite and Pedro Sanchez. Instead of wearing a shirt that read “Vote For Pedro”, our Napoleon’s shirt read, “Vote No On Prop 8″.

What compelled us to do this? Well, driving to work one day, I thought it’d be awesome if we made our own No On 8 video copying a scene from the movie. My roommate agreed and voila! We didn’t have to think of what we were going to be for Halloween.

We went to the party on Saturday:

And we filmed this on Sunday:

By the time October 31st came around, neither one of us were really feeling up to dressing up anymore because 1)we were in costume for 2 days already, and 2)we didn’t want to spend more money on new costumes. Yes, we’re broke bitches.

Instead, I just stayed home and passed out candy to the kids in the neighborhood. I wondered if my big No On 8 sign in front of my house would cause parents to be jerks.

It did.

Some kids started to walk towards my doorsteps, but their parents stopped them and said they were going to the next house.

Other parents saw the sign, scoffed, and said loudly, “UH …. NO.”

Bitch, please. I’m not contagious. I’m not going to school your children on the mechanics of gay sex in 15 seconds, and I swear, I’m not going to return your kid wrapped in a rainbow flag. But that’s okay. I really, really enjoy Snickers, Whoppers, Reeses, and KitKat bars, and now there’s more for me.

But seriously, letting your kid celebrate Halloween and taking candy from my house does not mean that you agree with my views. It simply means that, for one night, you can put your fuckin’ political views to the side and let your kids collect all sorts of sugary goodness.

Fuck.

But on the upside, a lot of kids still came to my door. Lots of parents smiled and were polite. One girl, probably around 13-years-old, displayed a huge smile as she said “Trick Or Treat!” and I walked to the door. I gave her some candy and she commented, “Nice sign”, all while still grinning.

Finally, the kids were done coming around. Sara and I went to the KFC drive-thru to order some of the Colonel’s best.

“What? 20 minutes wait for chicken?”

Who does that? That’s like going to Burger King and them telling me they’re out of burgers. But you’re The Kinggggggg! You CAN’T run out of your fuckin’ specialty!

We got something else and proceeded to celebrate the remainder of Halloween grubbing (non-sober) while pissing ourselves watching Thirteen Ghosts with the volume way up.

My Halloween week ended last night with one final party where I met some cool people that will be conducting an “Adult Toy Party” at my house in the near future.

Overall, it was a good Halloween.