spoiler.

alright,
FINE,
i tell true stories.
so,
i suppose i'll come clean, okay?

i might've looked at the goats a little tiny bit.

is it a crime to look at a little billy and nanny jauns?

maybe i actually like those head-buttin', horny, pissblastin' buttheads.

i'm just sayin'-

i AM a mutha-flippin' capricorn after all kids,

and expert recognize expert.

that's a thing.

goats are the only ones i like.

especially the little ones.

check the capra-aegagrus-hircus-type teleport:

so cute, right?

i know!!

what?

ohhhh, 

F* off, neighbors.

i don't have to be a hard-hearted heavy-handed hard-A*all the time,

and i can like a little goat a little bit if i want to.

that's correct.

cloven-hoofs and horns and all the qualities that represent deviltry.

what's not to like?

yup.

i'm gonna like goats as much as i want to,

even when there aren't any falafels to munch up on.

***********

anyway,

that's what's up.

goats are okay,

and the fair is over,

and now it's time to get serious about making costumes for the end of this month.

hallowe'en isn't about being a waterbaby with a poopie diaper,

it's about getting expert, and just being dope in general.

you can keep your candycorns, y'all....

i'm on it.

exxxtra hard.

this is the way of the future.

orange and black is the new black.

recognize;

never quiet, never soft.....