Excerpt from L.K. Smith’s short story:
In the early years of this country’s formation, Thanksgiving was celebrated intermittently as a time of a bountiful harvest, an insurance policy against winter starvation, and thanks were given to God. It wasn’t until 1863 that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.
Have a great Holiday, and I hope that the children and grandchildren still fight over the wishbone. –Bunk
A suspension of hostilities was agreed to in 1918, yet it was not the end of The Great War. Appeasement without enforcement of sanctions led to unimaginable atrocities a few short years later.
20 minutes start to finish, no template. I was going for a Samoan Luche Libre kinda vibe. In the sun it looks like The Donald, but that wasn’t the intent.
We had a total of three trick-or-treaters. One was a little yappy dog. The other two were adult women begging for candy, and one of them thought jogging pants and a sweatshirt and carrying a little yappy dog counts as a costume. The other one was wearing crow feathers. Her outfit was awesome, and she’s completely nuts.
Then The Missus got HER knives out.
These were good, orange bell peppers stuffed with rice, corn and black bean farts. I love Halloween.
[Imagen original encontrada aquí.]
[Found here. Hep Cat here. More Halloweeniness here.]
Now THAT’s a TRUMPKIN.
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 