Happy Halloween!

When I was a kid, Halloween was all about getting dressed up and eating enough candy to increase your chances for young adult onset diabetes.  When the teen years rolled around, it was all about creating some kind of misdemeanor mischief; these kinds of activities usually included a few dozen eggs, and a couple family packs of Charmin.  As a single thirty-something adult, I now view Halloween in a completely different light.  If you’re a single guy who lives in or around a college town, there is a different kind of candy to look at - and in my opinion, it’s better than bringing home a bag full of mini candy bars.  A lot of women (like the one pictured above) have basically turned Halloween into amateur night at The Titty Twister, which is great if you’re someone like me (single, no attachments, and no morals).  However, I can’t help but feel bad for all the fathers of the world who see Facebook pictures of their daughter dressed as a naughty nurse, a cop with cleavage, or a French maid who looks like a prostitute.  No matter what phase of Halloween you happen to be into, I hope you have a great Halloween – and no matter how you celebrate, try to avoid ending the night dressed as inmate 28301-016.