It was 5:45pm, I'm trying to make Tikka Masala, and fucking kids are knocking on my door already. Murdoch barged out and knocked to little fucker on his ass, I turn to his dad and asked, "Isn't it a little early?" and he says in the dull tones of a typical Gurny-ite, "Izzzzz Hal-ween, man..."
This is the only part of this holiday I hate: Dealing with my local white trash and their little retarded booger eaters...