Halloween always reminds us of that time our sister was on a date with this, let's just say odd, fella. He was walking her home a little after midnight when they cut through the old cemetery. Well, he must have been allergic to peanuts or gluten or whatever, because he starts having convulsions. Our sister tries to help, but she's no nurse, so that does him no good.
Anywho, he ends up morphing into a zombie or werewolf or what have you. But overall, she's had worse dates, so she wants to see where this goes. But then...then the music starts. And let us just tell you, that were-zombie starts shaking what his mama gave him, some undead join in, and they all end up going to Funkytown for 14 more minutes. You know, just another Wednesday in Pensacola.
There wasn't a second date.
Which brings us to our point. Drugs are bad. Also the kiddos will be out and about tonight. Put down the phone and pay attention to them. They're all sugared-up and dressed-up and for certain won't be using due caution. You're the adult, they're counting on you to look out for them whether you're driving, walking with them, or handing out last year's Easter candy.
Make this a great night for them. If you want to sit in the bushes with a water hose, we're not telling you not to, just use some common sense and don't soak their mom. #pensacolasfinest #thefunkoffortythousandyears #namebrandonly #thrillerdanceisthebestdance