I seem to have these ideas in my mind of the trees an amber yellow and dark red, with pumpkins on vines in gardens and bonfires and dressing up in costumes. Going door to door getting candy from the neighbors that were all dressed up as well. Candy corn and decorations abound. Haunted Houses and hayrides, carving pumpkins and a slight chill and excitement in the air. It's like my first bike, my first dog, every childhood memory that I still valiantly cling to...
Then I realize that those aren't my memories. I don't know where they came from, the most likely cause is television, and this saddens me deeply. I feel robbed.
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Crack, you and I are long overdue for a vicious bout of mansex.
~Halx
Last edited by Crack; 10-09-2007 at 12:12 PM..
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