Halloween’s Creepy Sleepy Society of Bumkin Heads

Greedy Banker Premature Foreclosure Notice Slinger Costume by: Cripple Regret Lancewear

Look no further, we have the costume of the century! Yes now everyone, young and old can dress to the hilt and fantasize about being a “Greedy Banker.” Just think of the fear you will generate as you comb the streets, looking for a door to knock on. And you can bet your Grandmother’s crystal that is already sitting in the local pawn shop, when they open that door, they will scurry in fear, letting you grab all the treats you want, guaranteed! Just remember, even if they are brave enough to stand there and face you, all you have to do is quick draw the foreclosure papers from your custom foreclosure holster which guarantees to drop them to their knees, cowering and cringing like blind little puppet slaves ready to serve you all the hokum your teeth can stand before they rot and fall out of your skull. The perfect costume for your little brainwashed goblins so they can gleefully aspire to be another monetary bullying greedy brain stomping capitalist. Greed knows no bounds and the fear that these costumes will generate will guarantee you and your brainwashed offspring a golden path to decadence and debauchery. Not even the Holy scriptures could predict such a horror that is truly owned by the 1 percent of society, at least in spirit!

Ravenous CEO Rape and Plunder Small Business Costume by: Wolf Gorging

Is your game rape? Plunder? Well we have just the costume for you! Why not dress like the latest and greatest CEO? Yes, if you aspire to climb that corporate capitalistic ladder, then there is no better way to prepare yourself then dressing the part and scaring the bejesus out of all the local small business owners by knocking on their doors, showing them your plundering plans to open a  franchise chain store across the street that will bankrupt them in 6 to 8 months guaranteed! After which you can hire them to clean the toilets and shine your shoes, possibly scrub your floors for minimum wage. Just think, you can have both the husband and wife, possibly their offspring, cooking your meals, doing your laundry, providing cheap entertainment, the works! So, when they open the door seeing your little tykes dressed in this costume, they will immediately bow and kiss their feet in compliance hoping when they finally  bankrupt them, they will have mercy upon their souls and allow them to serve the dynasty for eternity. Or at least until a larger greedy capitalistic corporation swallows that corporation whole. Remember, this costume is educational and is approved by your local school board as a fun way to learn how to become a brainwashed pawn to successfully keep capitalism on top, keeping the 1 percent of society pathetically rich. As an added bonus, it comes with programmed audio sound effects of voices tyrannically bitching out your slave driven employees to work just a little harder to receive a penny raise or the privilege to climb under the boss’s desk!

Kardassian I am so Dammed Popular and Rich Bully Costume by: Star Defiled

Perhaps you were, as a child, a class bully or simply from a wealthy family that all the teachers  favored and allowed special privileges simply because your were so dammed special! Well, why let it end there, especially when your current offspring are all losers? Just dress them up in this provocative costume, Kardassian! Yes they will certainly intimidate anyone foolish enough to open their doors this Halloween, having them  bow in subordinary awe to these rich royal specters of the night! Kiss their royal sash, and be careful not to drool upon their ambient greatness and be grateful that they have graced your household  with their celebrity god-like resonance. Being dressed as the ultimate role models of the high society, you will feel the influence as everyone you encounter will want to be just like you, to be greedy, just like you, because you are dressed as the divine of civilization, promoting alternate lifestyles as acceptable and moral as defined by the rich, whom you will represent while dressed in this costume of the upper crusty, boorish class. So go ahead and dress up today as a Kardassian! Buy this costume now and get a “Jruce Benner Costume” absolutely free for that inspiring tyke of yours that realized before puberty, he really wanted to be female! Makeup and jewelry not included.

Money Store Loan Shark Stalking Costume by: A Fish Called You

Perhaps you are better at breaking things, like limbs of deadbeats unable to pay their loans? If that is the case, then this is the costume for you, “Money Store Loan Shark.” As you  slime your way through the evening down the unsuspecting deadbeat’s street, you can be sure their lights will be off when you come knocking. So what do you do then? You just break their doors down and find the little slime balls in their hiding spots. Once found, you just adjust their kneecaps with your baseball bat (included). If that don’t get an agreement to pay, then you can put on the brass knuckles (included) and adjust their jaw! Be sure however, not to break their writing hand’s fingers and bones to be sure they can sign once they agree to sell their soul to you. If all else fails, then you can pull your snub-nosed 38 (extra) and ventilate their skull, spraying their grey matter all over the closet wall. You can be sure once the word spreads through that neighborhood, the next collection will be a breeze! So, no need for harassing phone calls or wasting paper on warning letters. This costume is the sure fire way to strike fear into everyone, because let’s face it, everyone In the suburbs owes money. Act now and get a free demolition and arson kit to make prime examples of those extra hard collections, getting money from single mothers, elderly people, welfare families and politicians.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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Yucky Hily and Wacky Donny

The Secret Sisterhood of Emasculate or Castrate…

In Washington DC, at an undisclosed area, Hily and her PR manager were in the rear of a black limousine, waiting for a chain-link gate to be opened. The sign on the gate read: “Restricted Area: Sewage System Environmental Concoct.” “What are we doing here anyway? I though we were going to a sisterhood meeting?” said Hily getting bored waiting. “We are, this is the new location. You do not know this because you have not attended the last several meetings which included the purchase of this location.” said Hily’s PR manager. “What is your name anyway? Who hired you? I am sure I never?” said Hily not recollecting choosing her for any position during the last election. “My name is Max, short for Maxine. The sisterhood assigned me to take care of you and keep you out of trouble.” said Maxine, adjusting her skirt, crossing her long limber legs. Hily started staring at Maxine’s legs, looking them up and down. Maxine caught Hily gawking at her thighs, as Hily looked at Maxine meeting her eyes. Maxine took off her glasses and placed them carefully in her purse, dropping the Bottega to the floor in the limo. Hily grabbed Maxine  by the back of her neck, pulling Maxine closer to her as they kissed, igniting a mutual passion, groping and fondling each other in the rear of the limo. At that moment of their heated fornication, the limo started to move, causing them both to pull back and straighten out their apparel as they approached the barrack styled building.

In the airspace above Ottawa, Just and Donny were in Just’s private plane talking about the North American trading disagreement, circling Ottawa’s perimeter at Just’s request. “Hey Just, I cannot control what my double says about you. So he called you a wuss, big deal. You have my vote any day, legalizing marijuana across the country. Cool move dude! Where is that ball and chain of yours Just?” said Donny, pinching the stewardess’s buttocks as she swung around, slapping Donny in the face. “Whoa, I guess she’s not ready to party!” said Donny as he chuckled taking a drink of his vodka. “Sophy is at some women’s organization meeting in Washington DC, I am not sure what it is called. She is not due back until tomorrow.” said Just watching the stewardess leave the lounge area of the plane. “Hey Just break out some of that legal weed. I know you are holding, come on, roll a bird!” said Donny feeling a bit intoxicated. “Oh, yeah, I got some stashed in the plane along with my hukkah so we can smoke a big bowl simultaneously!” said Just as he got up, removing a panel off the side of the plane interior, pulling out a large freezer bag of weed and his hukkah. “Load this up Donny!” said Just throwing the bag of weed on his lap, placing the hukkah on the table in front of Donny. “Hey, you have any wine? We will fill it up with wine instead of water and drink it after!” said Donny breaking up the buds and packing the bowl tight. “No, but I can get some champagne. We have lots of that on board. Hey Sheryl, bring a couple of bottles of champagne.” said Just  as he attached the four hoses to the hukkah. “Yes sir right away, said the stewardess bringing a couple bottles of champagne, setting them down on the table along with two glasses. “Hey babe, get yourself a glass. Join the party!” said Donny as he pulled the cork from one of the champagne bottles, filling the hukkah’s liquid reservoir with bubbly. “I am sure I am not your babe.” said Sheryl not impressed with Donny. “It is ok Sheryl, sit down with us, please” said Just politely as Donny started to light the hukkah, drawing hard through one of the hoses. “Come on, Just, Sheryl, get down on one of these and help me get a good cherry glow on it!” said Donny as Just grabbed one of the hoses, handing another to Sheryl. Sheryl reluctantly sat down and took the hose offered by Just, toking along with them.

Back at the Sisterhood, in their recently acquired, barrack styled building, Hily and Maxine were in the locker room undressing, putting on their crimson hooded robes. “Why do we have to, ah, fully undress to wear these robes. We never had to undress before let alone wear robes.” said Hily, keenly watching Maxine undress. “Because, we have to feel at one with the Sisterhood, not wearing any clothing or decadent jewellery, as we were born. That way, no phallus bearing male can infiltrate. We would see their phallus erect, extending out the frontal portion of the robe.” said Maxine fitting her voluptuous body into her robe. Hily finished getting into her robe, following Maxine as then both grabbed a lit crimson candle, walking into the main corridor where hundreds of other sisters were congregating in front of  a large stage, decorated with pink and red collaged colors and rose petals raining down onto the stage. In the center of the stage, a walking strip extended into the middle of the audience area with a circular pedestal at the end of the walking strip, holding a large wax pink phallus, six feet high and two feet in diameter, having a base of two large reddened and blue testicles. As Hily and Maxine pulled their hoods over their heads, they both walked close to the center stage. The lights grew dim as the stage lights and candles illuminated the darkened area with red, lavender and pink lighting. As all the sisters cheered, Mel, who was the leading sister, and Grand Chatelaine, came walking out from behind the curtain wearing a pink and lavender hooded robe as she approached the podium, set midway down the stage strip behind the wax phallus statue. “My Sisters of the Secret Sisterhood of Emasculate or Castrate, welcome! We are fortunate to have with us today our recent sister who almost made it into the Whitehouse, where we know, is where our sister, Hily, truly belongs! But because of the male dominance and bullying our species have endured for centuries, from our vulgar male counterparts, we have to wait another 4 to 8 years before we can get a deserving sister in the top office, presiding over us, elevating the sisterhood to our true anima destiny! That is why, when you go home to that male species, whom has infected you life and stained your existence, you either; what is it my sisters?” asked Mel loudly as all the sisters cried; “Emasculate or castrate! Emasculate or castrate! Emasculate or castrate!” “Yes my sisters, that is right; we must show our true dominance over the weak vulgar animus, and take back our trues rights and power. We are all the Queen Bees that rule our hives, and will crush their over inflated phallus, stomp their over bloated testicles, as we elevate our truly deserving anima and control the world, not by penetration, but using our powered fissures, to cloak and control the animus as our truly deserving slaves!”  As Hily watched in amazement, Maxine held her candle high, grabbing onto Hily’s robe in excitement. Hily raised her candle as she watched Mel light a torch and swing it around, as the sisterhood screamed and cheered in approval while Mel slowly paraded up the stage strip, towards the large wax phallus. As all the sisters raised their candles, Mel ignited the wax phallus, backing away as the phallus quickly went aflame, burning into a large conflagration, melting and liquifying over the pedestal, as a large exhaust fan on the tall ceiling, drew the smoke out of the building.

To be continued, as an anima persevering over animus conclusion or the animal instinct giving way to intellect, if not too inebriated…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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3-60’s Beatniks In Granny Boots

3 Gypsies and a Dragoon: No Crystal Scrying Within City Limits

Getting closer to the town limits, Mary was rubbing her stomach. “I hope there is something to eat when we get there. I am really getting hungry.” said Mary as her stomach growled. “We have no local currency. So how are we suppose to buy anything?” said Marsha as she followed at a short distance behind, brushing the bugs off her skirt. “Good question Marsha, sometimes I think you actually may have some brains after all.” said Sara leading the way. “May be we could do some more auditions?” said Marsha careful not step in the horse dung on the trail. “Yeah, we made a lot of money the last time.” said Mary looking pretty clueless. “Yes, what a great idea. Better yet, when we get to town, why don’t you and Marsha tell the first witch hunter you see that you can start a fire with a lighter or you just flew in on a flying horseless carriage! That should guarantee a witch trial for the both of you. While you await your trial, they will be sure to feed you some gruel. And when they burn you to the stake, I will personally cast the first torch.” said Sara as she chuckled to herself. “Come on Sara, everyone knows witches fly on brooms, not horseless carriages.” said Marsha snickering at Sara. “What does gruel taste like?” asked Mary licking her lips, still very hungry. “Would you two shut up already.” said Patti as her hope began to dissipate not seeing any real infrastructure getting closer to the town limits. “What’s the matter Patti, does this place remind you of your swamp running Cajun village you sprung from?” said Sara now sure they were way back in time. Patti with a furious look, attempted to grab for her gun, only to realize she was not wearing her holster or the gun. “Looking for this?” asked Mary as she pulled the gun out from under her blouse. Sara looked and grabbed it out of her hand. “Why did you bring this dammed thing anyway?” said Sara as she hid the gun under her blouse. “Give me my gun!” demanded Patti holding her hand out as they all stopped walking. “Forget it Miss Trigger happy. We do not need you pulling this thing out here. You will get us all barbecued.” said Sara knowing Patti’s short fuse. Just as Patti went towards Sara, a lady in her mid 50’s approached them. “Well me ladies, are you suppose to be gypsies or something? Where is your gypsy wagon?” asked the woman keenly. “It is over…” began Mary as Sara interrupted. “Ah, we are not gypsies. We are ah, nurses. We are looking for some work.” said Sara as she held Mary close. “Well, you do not look like nurses. You go into town looking like that, they will hang for sure. Come with me. I know a back way into town. You can come to my abode and I will rummage up more suitable attire for all of you to wear.” said the woman leading them away from the main town entrance. “That is very nice of you ah, Miss…” asked Sara as she slowly started to follow the woman dressed in a long black skirt and white blouse wearing a white bonnet style hat. “My name is Sarah Wildes.” said the woman leading them all to her home along the rear bush line. “Sarah Wildes? I have read everything there is to read about you. You are a legend!” said Sara following excitedly. “Do you have something to eat ma’am?” asked Mary looking more famished. “Yes darling. I have some mutton stew brewing. Come along now lasses.” said Sarah cutting into a trail entering the bush. “Where in God’s name are we?” asked Patti reluctantly following. “Please lass, no blasphemy. That is a sure fire way to gain unwanted attention.” said Sarah as they entered the backyard of her estate.

Inside Sarah’s stylish but modest house, she had them all seated at her table, serving them mutton stew. As Sarah placed a bowl in front of each of them, the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots examined the mutton stew through their circular rose shaded glasses.  Being hungry, Mary started eating the stew with no hesitation, along with a large piece of bread. Sara and Patti were looking at it and testing the taste as Marsha continued to examine the stew critically not sure if she should eat any. “Come now child, you should eat being as thin as you are. You have to put some meat on your behind if you want any chance of catching a man.” said Sarah to Marsha smiling, giving her a piece of bread. “Do you have a serviette?” asked Marsha politely. “Sure lass, here.” said Sarah handing Marsha a cloth napkin.  After you eat, we should get you some different apparel to wear. One sight of any of you will put us all under arrest.” said Sarah as she looked over their clothing while they ate. “That seems a bit extreme. I mean what possible reason would we be arrested for?” asked Sara still eating her stew. “Well those scarfs alone would most likely do it. And that strange jewelry.  I was arrested once for merely wearing a silk scarf. Those scarfs you three wear are not silk, but whatever material used to fabricate them is sure to arouse suspicion, not to mention the flamboyant colors of your clothing.” said Sarah as she poured each of them a glass of milk. “So Sarah, are you an activist? Do you advocate women’s rights?” asked Sara as she took a drink of milk. “Hush child! Do not talk of such things. Of course I am. But just admitting such a thing would put me on the gallows for sure. I am a simple housewife. My offspring have grown and are leading their own lives now. They do visit from time to time. My husband is always travelling. But I can take care of myself.” said Sarah drinking her coffee. “You do know that you will be tried and convicted of witchery? Your sentence will be hanging after they prove you are a witch due to spectral evidence.” said Patti with a smirk. “Shut up Patti you Cajun swamp hump!” said Sara looking at Patti, throwing her bread at her. “It ok darling. I know as much. They have been trying to prove me a witch for decades because I speak my mind and do as I please. But mostly because I can challenge any man mentally, which, in itself, is the best way to get accused of witchery. Mostly however, to the ignorant, they actually do believe there are witches and warlocks and that spectral evidence is factual. But to the not so ignorant and the people of wealth and power, especially the medical profession, it is a way to get rid of troublesome midwives.  Me however, it would be because I know such things and am not afraid to speak about the true nature of the so called witch hunt. So once you are all finished you food, come up stairs and I will get you dressed appropriately.” said Sarah drinking her coffee. “What is a midwife?” asked Mary as she gobbled down her stew, wiping the bowl clean with her bread. “It would be like a woman that is living with a man, you know, almost married, but not really, but still exercising contradiction-al rights.” said Marsha daintily eating her stew. “Oh my God, you two I swear. Should you tell them or should I Sarah!” said Sara looking at Mary and Marsha, shaking her head. “No blasphemy child! It is a woman that conceives and births an infant on behalf of the married woman that cannot conceive.” said Sarah smiling at Mary and Marsha as she gave Mary another ladle of stew. “So you mean they have a threesome to make a baby?” asked Mary eating a large spoonful of stew. “Kind of like immaculate contraception, you know Mary, not really doing it but getting pregnant anyway.” said Marsha as she sipped her milk. Patti, Sara and Sarah looked at each other and started laugh.

To be continued; near the hanging tree or the nearest blunt object.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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Lustrous Lust To Be Upper Crust? Without a Wringer.

Drop to your Knees Golden Greedy Eye Shadow by You-Stink

Hopefully I am wrong, but I think we are all captivated by the golden fairy dust being blown around by our friendly fantasy inducing media culprits, attempting to con us into the next covet-level purchase that will somehow bring us a bit closer to the 1 percent of society, well, at least illusively. Money and wealth only provides security to those who hide behind that pecuniary golden fence thinking they will be safe, until the money runs out. And it almost certainly will, unless you are a 1 percenter. We are taught to emulate the 1 percent as if they are our ultimate role models to follow, influencing our offspring to follow their example of greed, just long enough until they, like you, have been totally ensnared into deep financial debt, never to see the light of day again because of the interest payments imposed onto the over inflated bursa that was freely loaned, burying them into a financial grave that will enslave them for the rest of their lives. The next time your boss asks you to climb under his/her desk and demands you to do something simply unreasonable, remember that if you do not, you will be replaced by someone willing to blunder themselves to get your job. The labor regulations of any country will not do a thing and by the time they can actually look at your case, you will be most likely retired before you get any satisfaction. You can always get a lawyer that will speed it up slightly, but that solicitor will end up with 40% of the take. Is there a solution? Yes there is, but it entails you having to tell your boss where to go each and every time he decides you are stupid or desperate enough to break safety rules, work extra time for nothing, or provide sexual favors. But, we are in so much financial debt. We cannot do that and loose everything? But really, what are you loosing? You are just loosing debt. So  really, you are loosing nothing. Your dignity may suffer but you will become stronger because of the humility.

Barbed Wired Freedom Camp Lip Liner by Robbie Frown

We all should be aware by now, that it is against the holy scriptures to charge interest or push debt to oppress your neighbors just because you have more money or material then they have. Why is it shunned by the holy scriptures? Because it makes slaves of the people that are forced to pay interest on money provided to them out of need. But capitalism is based on debt pushing and interest. Capitalism is dependant on slavery. Capitalism is a system of deception and greed. But you say to yourself; “I am not a slave. I am free.” Oh really! Ok live in your delusional world and fantasize you are free. Look around you and tell me, what are you really free to do? You are free to shop for more product jettisons. You are free to borrow more money. You are free to watch brainwashing snot nightly on your 60 inch indoctrinating flat screened boob tube, as long as you pay your cable bill. You are free to walk down the street and get mugged by people more desperate then you are. Try an experiment. The next time you go for a walk, just carry cash and no wallet. When someone robs you or threatens you, just freely give them all you have. Most likely you will confuse the hell out of them and they will be more afraid of you simply because you freely gave them what they needed. But if the assailant watched too many idiotic police epitomes, they will most likely hurt you.

Is that my Daughter Performing Fellatio Mascara by Booticontrol

Remember, aggressive behavior is taught in our education systems. Competition is force fed into our children. So are we really surprised when your son or daughter comes out of the school system as an aggressive byproduct ready to do anything for money? Just ask Candy, barely 16 and posing as 18 or older as she gets into another car ready to do any sexual act for money. Is your son/daughter missing? Want to really find her/him? Then drive down the red light district in any town or city in any country in the world, depending where you live, and there is a great chance you may find him/her, standing there attempting to be sexy, luring in the next trick. Or you can simply open up google and type into the search field “escorts in “Your City” and you will get site after site listing all the escorts in your city. Seventy-five% of these women will be 20 years of age or younger ready to solicit anyone willing to pay. Out of these women under 20 years of age, forty% are guaranteed to be underage prostitutes. Remember, escorts are nothing more then prostitutes. To be conned otherwise means you are pretty dammed stupid. Thus, there is an excellent chance you may find your missing child working tricks to stay high. But if you cannot face the fact that your missing child could be in these circumstances, then you may be in denial or just plain ignorant. However, it is a place to start. But a lot of these children are there because of drug related addictions and do this to support their habit.

This is a blender, This is your Brains Rotating in a Blender Lip Stick by Lobe-Sieve Cosmetics  

Oh yes, that reminds me, Canada just legalized marijuana (October 17th, 2018) for the entire country. What will this do to stop the drug abuse in that country? Absolutely nothing. It will make it far worse, pushing children faster to the harder, truly addictive drugs. Why? Because organized crime cannot compete with the government on a level playing field so they will concentrate more of their illicit efforts on cocaine, crack, PCP, heroin, crystal meth, etc.. And let us not forget the prescription  opiate and morphine drugs that are sold by prescription users of these drugs on the street to minors and junkies alike so they can eat and pay rent. Who really makes the money when prescription drugs end up fair game on the streetwise pharmaceutical superstore? The 1 percenters of course whose main objective is to enslave anyone and everyone any way they can for profit. And a populist with drug addictions are far more controllable then people that have their wits about them and are capable of critical thinking. So go ahead and buy some of that legal weed and roll a doobie, light it up and choke it back cannonball style, chasing it down with your favorite brain shrinking elixir to avoid cottonmouth. Just be sure you do it before your favorite indoctrinating TV series so you can sink into the couch prepared for your frontal lobe assault, liquefying your mushy brain.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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