God is kind.
Halloween falls on a Wednesday this year, meaning that we get two full weekends, plus Halloween itself to celebrate… 5 days all told.
Fletcher and I began our Satan worship last night by going to a house party hosted by one of his girlfriend’s friends. Below is a description of our descent into madness.
I went as a dirty priest.
Fletcher was a sleazy 70s porn star. He had a sketchy mustache he had been working on for almost a month.
Partners in sleaze… note the fishnet stockings I have on. Great priest, eh?
Fletcher is way, way too good at this whole sleazy thing. He soaked himself in cheap cologne and no one would stand next to him at the party. I told him he better not do the same thing tonight.
Yes, those are my heart boxers… “Want to see God’s Love?”
Geez, just looking at him makes me feel dirty. Ew.
“Let me lay my hands on you. I can make miracles happen with the help of my homeboy, Jesus. By the way, have you read the great book ‘Our Bodies: An Unexplored Link to God’?”
“I love you and so does Jesus. Where is the little boys’ room?”
A priest helps an uncaring New York woman understand the depths of her depravity.
Satori, the gypsy woman, learns about the ways of the righteous.
The creepy 70’s porn star enjoyed photographing this poor goddess’s breast almost falling out.
Hmm… I think the crazy one needs to cum to God.
Everywhere I go, this man follows me. I think he’s a witch doctor. BURN HIM!
These women unfortunately had to ride home with the two Kings of Sleaze.
A heathen Viking, that needs to be brought into the warm welcoming arms of the Catholic Church. Either that, or hacked to death with a sword.
Do I look like a child molestor or what?
The religious man trying to avoid the seductions of a heathen goddess.
Tonight, I venture out to my friend Scottie B’s house party and perhaps to a hippy party or clubs downtown!!!
I think Halloween is my new favorite holiday. At least, till Thanksgiving comes round.