Am I the only loser who dressed up for work? I thought so. I completely forgot about my cat ears until I was washing my windsheild at the gas station this morning and some jackass comes up and says, "Purr for me, kitty."
I offered the only appropriate response. "Fuck off."
The above photo, by the way, is how I'll be answering the door tonight when giving out candy to the little ghetto children. And just in case anyone is wondering, the Spotsersheims will be giving out SweetTarts, as it was the cheapest brand name candy at Wallgreen's.
Happy Halloween, Bitches...