A couple of years ago, my wife and I decided to stay in on Halloween to hand out candy to the kids in the neighborhood, but basically our only trick-or-treater was a teenager with no costume (he was wearing a flannel shirt, so maybe that was in order to be lumberjack or cowboy or something, but around here that’s everyday wear) who came late in the evening. He even had a guilty “I know, I know, it’s late and I’m far too old for this, I just want some free candy” look on his face.
I would have been more annoyed, but he had the exact same Star Wars pillow case that I had when I was a wee lad. It really brought me back, so I let him have some candy.
We ate the rest ourselves.
Except the Almond Joy bars. Yuck! Seriously, who likes those?
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I still sleep with mine!
The second-to-last panel cracks me up! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had an internal dialog that sounds just like that.
Getting ready for our first night actually home, so I’ll keep a look out for collectible candy storage.
I still have my childhood thundercats pillowcase. It’s a little creepy to think I slept happily with my nose in Lion-o’s crotch every night for like three years…
But, I love almond joy. Almond Rocca, now there is a candy you give to your Mom, not to some kid dressed up like a hobo.
I will gladly trade you all of my Almond Joys for all of your Almond Rocca!