from the washington post:
i'm a reese's guy myself. but i don't have any trick-or-treaters that come by my door.
more for me.
the rest of the story...Halloween looms and with it the annual candy-buying frenzy. While dieters stock up on candy they don't like so they won't be tempted by leftovers, the rest of us buy the stuff we do like and hope that only one or two of those pesky little costumed punks comes a-knocking. (And even then, we smack their grabby hands if they dig too deep: "Hey, pal, you're only 5 years old. One Butterfinger for you!")
i'm a reese's guy myself. but i don't have any trick-or-treaters that come by my door.
more for me.





