One year, a Pepsi-employed neighbor gave out promotional, Mountain Dew themed Go-Bots.

/best treat ever

NDP2: Scorpinock: The Happy Pumpkin is saddened by this.

Of course you know this means war. (new window)

puffalumps: Haha, best Halloween ever: dad worked for M&M Mars. I got caseloads of candy without even having to go door-to-door (...but did anyway, because more is better).

Second best: trick-or-treating in this one lakeside neighborhood where there were so few kids that houses would give out whole candy bars. Too many hills, I guess. But yep...none of that "fun size" crap (what moron came up with THAT name, anyway?). Big, glorious whole candy bar goodness.

Were these the regular-size bars or the king-sized 5 oz. bars?


Nice mix of both.

Old people + lake houses + too much money = win.

crevans: Fark all the uptight farkers that feel the need to force their farking dietary habits on a kid's farking holiday. Let kids be farking kids and give 'em enough real candy to make their heads spin for days. It's Hallo-farking-ween for fark's sake!

Edamame? Figafarkin'majigs!? You douche!

/Think I'll hand out rotten eggs and directions to the houses of people handing out Figamajigs and Edamame this year.

Guest: I'm going to yell this and I realise that is quite rude but need to emphasis the point

WHO THE F/U/C/K CARES IT IS ONCE A YEAR

Please...tell us how you really feel...no need to hold it all in...

/sheesh

My favorite stop off as a child trick or treating was about a quarter mile from my grandmothers house. Trick or treating with her was the best since she lived out in rural Missouri - very little walking since most neighbors were more than a quarter mile away.

Anyway, the elderly lady at the curve in the road always made huge batches of almond- and peanut brittle. I cried the first Halloween after we moved because we weren't going to get to visit and eat the peanut brittle. Mom talked to gramma, gramma talked to the lady and we got a package in the mail!

/same lady made some truly awesome fudge at Christmas
//and cakes/cookies for all holidays
///she was a good friend of the family too

To the residents of Lubbock, Texas circa 1982-1987:

I apologize for the PENCILS my mom dispensed each and every Halloween.

I also apologize for my dad's ghost costume that he made out of a sheet and a white trash bag. The corner of the bag stuck up and made him look like a shiny klansman. That seriously was not his intention!

Somehow, we never got egged.

When I was in high school, we had to do Halloween themed skits in drama class. Mine involved an apple with a big ol' razor blade sticking out of it and a big mouthful of ketchup...sooo gross. I had to wait backstage for a few minutes, emptying a couple of ketchup packets into my mouth - I think they were from Burger King in 1985 or so. Made for a great KISS style "blood" spew, though.