It's that time of year again, when black knights fight battles in the halls, sleep-deprived parents drag questionably dressed children from door to door, and giant bowls of candy mysteriously appear in your office "so you won't be tempted at home." (Swift thinkin', Fatty McToothdecay)
It's also when newly mobile citizens get their first chance to dress up like awesome 90s album covers and get their first taste of Wiccan celebrations. Living in New York, one can trick-or-treat the equivalent of an entire suburban subdivision by just riding your elevator. Here's the results:
I unwittingly dressed as Ray Romano's understudy this year
Mother and daughter discuss whether air-support is necessary to protect coalition forces in the assault on the first floor jack-o-lantern.
Remember that "momentum" thing we discussed last week?
You may call it "spreading pollen," but that smell tells us it's something else...
My face has that expression when I see Kit-Kats and Butterfingers, too...
Hope everyone had a great Halloween!