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ah, autumn. the time of color-changing leaves and stay at home weather. the start of another horrible winter to come. and soon, a time where you can dress up in whatever you want. oh, i know you love that. disguising yourself in masks for the night. become something else. whether that's a brain-eating zombie, or a slutty nurse, it's your choice. my self, i'd most likely be sporting a blood-covered machete and a grotesque mask. i always love scaring innocent little children, you know. and besides, those slutty costumes made halloween night; prostitute night.

but either way, we just love this night. hide ourselves. become someone else. just remember that at the end of the night, you gotta take that mask off and remember who you are.

trick or fucking treat?
well lets start things off with some cheating, scandal, and lies. that's right, the juice stuff. why have fun sized snickers when you can have the jumbo. everyone is stabbing everyone in the back these days. it's quite fun to watch really.

first off, hello gay boy foursome. i think we can all remember issac bradley and nixon ares, the cute little couple that secretly wanted to make you throw up. of course, remember as in it's no longer existent. supposedly, isaac wasn't goody-too-shoes as he'd like you to believe. oh no. did anyone get the memo that the kid is currently locked up for killing his own father? that's right. whether daddy dearest just touched issy too many times or the kid got sick of control, who knows, but right now he's dead. so, reminder to all of yall; kill your parents and you'll get thrown into jail, yeah? but anyways, not long after this, seems like the bitch romeo sullivan had nixxy set in his sight, because two drunk boys went home together, two drunk boys came out the next morning. congrats dudes, time to fuck each other while that daddy-killer get's it up the ass in prison. but wait -- is there another man amongst them? sources say romeo slapped manly-juliet, accusing him of some little fiasco with alex. yes, we believe alex abley. i wonder what fiction brennan thinks of her baby daddy experimenting with all the other little boys.

hello pregnancy. that's right. everyone's thrusting without protection. and i don't mean the gun under the bed. and let me just say, our next generation is seriously screwed. considering two fucking strippers are having children, we might as well name them ruby and jasmine and make them dance in those skanky little costumes that men love. not to mention their baby daddy's are whores as well. i'll give you two guesses who their children will act like.

we got conner halloway and emerson lancaster. aw, cute, whores. i guess they're getting married too? i hope emerson will wear her stripper costume as a wedding dress. i'd so volunteer to be the bridesmaid. but, perfect is never actually....well, perfect. supposedly, mr. halloway is being too much of a friend to vienne de la guerre. yeah, the stupid french blond chick? yeah, yeah, i know i thought she belonged to edward too. quelle chienne! maybe emerson thinks betrayal is hot, cause the marriage is still set.

then again, they really can't beat the biggest fuckers on the face of the earth. Yeah, that's right. timothy parker and hadley cooper. at least they're smart enough to not even try to tie the knot. mate-ship is so much easier to break off then marriage. supposedly, they love each other so vwery, vwery much. ha. did you also know juliet monroe is playing her cards just right? her and tim have been cajoling around in the late hours of the day. not only that, but they must be cozying up. tim's been asked to be her unborn's daddy. hmm. blood ties or no? scandalous, timmy. scandalous. one woman man, my ass.

oh, and how can we forget brandy o'felia and her crazy fucking girlfriend, zelda ellis. i think alcohol-name has been into more people in her life then timmy's penis. the chick has to be desperate. considering her life is shit, i wouldn't be surprised. but not really a good enough justification for loving to rebound. please, please. let's take a moment of silence for her poor relationships. and perhaps a quiet second or two for zelda's sure to follow fate. i mean, jasper altair has barely started to rot in his birdy grave before she's gone on to finger yet another gal. not to mention she's pregnant. oh man. too much, it's just too much. im laughing as i type, i assure you. who knows, maybe she murdered jasper himself for having too much sperm.

crazy is in the air. channing malloy, a normal guy we all thought. a boring guy, actually. one that kinda has no purpose in life. he's been hanging out with mackenzie adams, that annoying whiny newspaper chick. and when i mean hanging out, i mean having hot sex in their office. and to top it all of, that eggo is definitely preggo. but i guess channing really didn't want to be a dad, considering he shot her. yeah, shot. with a gun. and now, the dudes in the crazy place. it gives me some sort of pleasure imagining him in a white room wearing one of those awesome straight jackets.

last, and probably least, would be the unfortunate series of charlie moren events. talk about a whore at five o'clock. she's so desperate for cash, you could probably give her a nickel and she'd blow you. oh, the effects of money on a prostitute's head. supposedly, her endeavors had to be turned into a full-frontal rape in an alley way. i guess so random vampire, rex deimos i believe, had to save her little slut of an ass. or maybe he liked to watch, i have no idea. oh? oh but there's more. she's been fucking kilian james too. who, coincidentally, had been fucking josh kipling, who at this point, it about to pop out yet another kid. birth control, hun. it's good stuff. or maybe kitty just needs to learn how to use a condom already -- cause he also knocked up pussy. she left my wonderful city, so i have no idea what she's been up too. hopefully she jumped off a cliff and saved us other women some sort of dignity.

great. i was really hoping for some turn out from patrick winchester. all he fucking does is sleep. come on! fuck joshy already! that would be a story. he's been over to her house a lot lately... hmm.... don't jump off a cliff just yet sunday winchester. you paranoid bitch, you.

and that, my friends, is the best part of halloween -- listening to all of your horrible horror stories. as for me, i'm getting a nice cup of hot chocolate and a blanket and curling up on my couch alone (its better that way, girls) and watch some alien marathon. i can only imagine your faces if a little alien popped screaming out of your stomach instead of a cute baby.

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brandy loves me. and I'm not crazy... maybe just a bit? oh well. ^^ as long as brandy doesn't mind, neither do i.

........What the hell. Why does everybody think that something is goong on between me and Vie? We. Are. Just. Friends.

Get that through your head and move on. Nombre de Dios.

Wh..what? Zelda's not crazy and I'm not a whore. Goodness...I hope this comes back to bite you in the ass, mystery writer. I do applaud your brazen stupidity.