Random Halloween stuff..whatever you want to post

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My father was the ultimate prankster. My freshman year in high school, he made a caveman outfit out of a mangy old fur coat, with rubber hands and feet and an awful rubber mask and a big club. He hid in the bushes beside our driveway and jumped out when kids came down the driveway.

Being at that "sensitive" age when your parents could embarrass you to death by merely existing, I begged my mom to stop him. She said, "You have to let your dad have his fun...."

My friends and I were still sort-of trick or treating, just usually roaming around the neighborhood and calling at each other's homes, so most of them got the full performance from my dad. Needless to say, it was all over school the next day and I was humiliated, absolutely humiliated. My mother said, "One of these days, you'll laugh about this!" I didn't believe I ever would, but laugh I did and I'm still laughing. If my dad was still alive, he'd be plotting to prank every one at the Old Folks Home, I'm sure.
 

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