Halloween starts in a high school US History class.
It’s spooky how the conversations bring up the history of almond joy as I pass out lollipops.
One student said that he is too old for Trick or Treat, but metaphor contradicts this if you know what Lil Wayne meant on Tha Carter 4 with his break out hit (hint-hint on the Kit-Kat) Lollipop.
First times are discussed, as vampire types Succubus and Incubus belittle the virgins that post on their Snapchats; victims that seemingly lack the hunger one gets when you don’t have a Snickers.
One in particular brings up his monster and how it compares to Frankenstein‘s monster in size. With his description of how he cuffs females, he should be wrapping it up (I’m not clowning around either. Dude literally floats around the snap just to achieve almond joy at someone else’s DM. Can you say #pennywise?).
I had an undead zombie for a student that wished for a better selection of music coming from my playlist so she could turn up. She doesn’t eat brains for a better term, she is one – a smart mouth to compete with a hauntingly smart teacher.
Lollipops are accompanied by the snacks being sold by students that are taking advantage of the holiday, like merchants.
Three 6 Mafia samples run franticly in here and they only know Juicy J – 1/3rd of the trio but they want to hear mumble rappers here on this special Transformation Tuesday. Like the wrappers that are discarded after consumption, one must remember my opinion of this genre when a can is being offered to throw the wrappers away. Trash should not take up residence.
For I have been woke for well over 30 hours (Afterhours apply).
And I have yet to see anyone lick the wrapper anyway.
I will admit, the class at the end of the day exorcised all of the negative vibes from the previous haunts – even my own, giving me hope in this afterlife.