Don’t forget your PFD on the River Styx!
Happy Halloween P.comers!
Halloween is supposed to be 25 degrees colder than the last few days. Not happy about that. Mostly nekkid paddling season ŵill ɓe over.
That’s why I always wear a good dry top and spray skirt whilst kayaking on Halloween–It keeps one much warmer! (PS- No one wants to see my boney ass "nekkid.")
A boney nekkid ass would complement the skeleton outfit perfectly.
Anyone ever call you a bonehead?
Not really…People are mostly extremely polite when I greet them. Besides, I’m usually wearing a helmet.
I can see through the eye socket that it is Hollow een there.
'Tis the season of the Witch everywhere, my friend. Beware ye mortals lest ye fall 'neath my paddle. Fir ye are like leaves of a tree. (Again, forget not ye PFD like my paddle partner thus…
“Fir ye are like leaves of a tree.”
Are you attempting some here to needle?
As though they be Douglas, Frasier, or perhaps Balsam.
well appointed, perhaps prickly just a leedle.
And to Fall neath yer paddle though to leave here evergreen,
or least hang bout coney aisle and switch a seat.
Well, I dare say I skull your fingers try to pick a bone,
though I’m not sure witch it were of trick or treat.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Remove the colors from our sight.
Red is gray, yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion.
- Justin Hayseed
Please tell me that was Photoshopped. (The family portrait. The jack o’ lantern carving job is beautiful!)
Lordy, Lordy, the Smiths went gourdy!
And thus the children of the corn
become the people of the pumpkin.
For some it’s carving out their niche,
and perhaps how they’ll choose to lump kin?
Yeah, no vouchers for that action!! Well, less you’re Peter Peter. Very well.
Great photo, esp to show the kids when they’re teenagers.
Those Moody Blues lines are some of my favorites from any song. I have quoted them often.
Well, with overnight lows in the Columbia to Charleston area projected to be around 40 F, I suppose you could get away with white satin in the ol’ hollerweenie costume, as opposed to an eviscerated gourd. But then, to what end?
Gathering gloom??? Nahhh, it’s more a state of accumulated ennui. Nuthin’ a few Goldenberg’s Peanut Chews or Baby Ruths in the treat bag can’t abate.
And with that, I bid you good knight.