Howz boutz a story boutz Baby Zombies?
Several years ago, me and a budy were chillin at the cabin on Halloween night. Weather was unusually warm so we had the doors open whilst we drank heavily and watched the blazing inferno of the wood stove campfire.
I was 2 1/2 sheetz to the wind (filled to the gills with a combo of Jack Daniels and Super Swagg).
I glanced out the door toward the wood pile and I see a little witch & two ghosts..
at first I assumed it was a hallucination, but after an eye rub or two, the little zombies were still there.
We had the outside light on and it attracted the little Halloweeners (age brackets probably 5 to 7 yrs old).
I invited them inside and asked them to sing a song for us. They gave a blank stare and told me they don;t sing songs for Halloween!!!
I told them I used to sing Halloween songs when I was a kid, then I burst into verse & dance:
Hoot, Hoot, Hoot Says the Owl..
Who's afraid on Halloween?
Black Cats Here
Black Cats There
Funny little Faces Everywhere,
Ho Ho Ho
Don't you know
I'm not afraid on Halloween !!
The kids were both terrified & completely astonished. My buddy was rollin on the floor laughing.
The smallest one pulled off his mask and said "you are crazy mister"...
Came time to ante up to the kids.
We had no candy and no singles.
Each kid walked with a crisp $20 bill out to the road and hopped in Momma's car - never to be seen again.
They hit the Gold Mine that night.
Moral of the Story - don't talk to little zombies when you are completely wasted...
post edited by draketrutta - 2011/10/27 07:05:48