Worst part of the Halloween season by far is putting the fentanyl and razor blades in the Snickers. It's so much work and I feel like the kids never even notice anyway. Not sure I'll even bother this year.
If my husband cheated on me I’d be heartbroken.
If my husband cheated on me with an employee who I let hang out with our kids I’d be irate.
If my husband dressed me and his side chick as thing 1 and thing 2 for Halloween in front of a global audience I’d gut him like a pig.