Feedback Friday (#48)
Sorry about the unplanned absence this past week. I really enjoy the input all of you devoted readers provide and normally make it a point to announce any extended time away from the ole' blog, but unfortunately this week caught me by surprise and I just wasn't able to post anything.
Thanks for hanging in there . . .
(Actually, we didn't even know you were gone)
That's reassuring.
Now, how about some feedback?
It is Friday after all.
Today's assignment is a good one. We here at Procrastination Station World-Wide
Headquarters in beautiful downtown Frozenwastelandville, U.S.A want to hear all about your favorite Halloween memory. Tell us all there is to know about the time you stayed up late hiding in the bushes by your house dressed as an alien zombie only to discover the "shrub" was in fact a rare strain of extremely itchy poison ivy, or the year you and your twin sister decided to go trick or treating dressed as salt and pepper shakers and got your butts kicked by every kid on the block because you really looked like giant walking baby bottles or the time you swallowed the fake plastic vampire teeth at the haunted-mansion themed school fall festival and had to eat a whole pack of ex-lax just to make things right again.
Should be fun . . .
Ben O.
Thanks for hanging in there . . .
(Actually, we didn't even know you were gone)
That's reassuring.
Now, how about some feedback?
It is Friday after all.
Today's assignment is a good one. We here at Procrastination Station World-Wide
Headquarters in beautiful downtown Frozenwastelandville, U.S.A want to hear all about your favorite Halloween memory. Tell us all there is to know about the time you stayed up late hiding in the bushes by your house dressed as an alien zombie only to discover the "shrub" was in fact a rare strain of extremely itchy poison ivy, or the year you and your twin sister decided to go trick or treating dressed as salt and pepper shakers and got your butts kicked by every kid on the block because you really looked like giant walking baby bottles or the time you swallowed the fake plastic vampire teeth at the haunted-mansion themed school fall festival and had to eat a whole pack of ex-lax just to make things right again.
Should be fun . . .
Ben O.
posted by Ben O. | 9:16 AM
5 Comments:
- Pulled over by the cops for filling mail boxes with shaving cream.
- Busted for Rolling (TP) a school mates house. "Condemned Hous" & "For Sale" signs in the yard "Road Closed" sign in the driveway. Used industrial sized TP rolls "borrowed" from work and covered every piece of green on the lawn with white. Set up a trash bathroom set we found on the side of the road in the yard. Complete bathtub, sink, and toilet. We didn't do any damage to property. Just made it real messy. There must have been twenty of us in the yard. We got busted when we kept driving by to take pictures until four AM. The person who lived there was a complete ass to everyone in school and I'd do it again.
Cleanup wasn't fun. But still worth it to see pics of the house plastered all over school the next week.
Well, this isn't a Halloween story, but glenn's story brought it back to me - Some friends and I were once ASKED to roll a house by the home's owner! It was the 40th birthday of the spouse, and the teacher wanted us to use black crepe (sp?) paper, "over-the-hill" signs, etc. The "client" even promised to keep everyone in the back of the house and occupied so we wouldn't be seen or heard. I have to say that was a cool feeling knowing that no one could bust us for it because we had been given permission by the homeowner!
Halloween... Halloween... Gee, drawing a blank. If you'd asked for Columbus Day stories, boy could I talk your ear off... ;-)
Sorry Rollin my friend, but this is a decidedly Columbus Day Free Zone for the time being.
Procrastination Station is officially a 1 holiday at a time enterprise. You ain't gonna see no Christmas ornaments or tinsel until at least 10 seconds after the Macy's Parade is over.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Ben O.
Protecting the house on Devil's Night from the Tack Boys...years upon years upon years later I understand that the Former Father was such an asshole, the Tacks were obliged to throw eggs at the house and soap the windows.
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