Continuing on from yesterday’s article, here’s Part 2 of 2006’s Greatest Halloween Candy, which admittedly isn’t as “greatest” as the stuff in Part 1, but without tricolor Twistables, how could it be?
I’m trying to think of a Halloween-themed survey that we haven’t already done to death in previous years. Hmm. Okay, got one. “Mischief Night Memories.”
I know the term differs from state to state to a degree, but for me, “Mischief Night” took place on the eve of Halloween. Our costumes weren’t on yet and our sacks weren’t full yet, but we were covered in egg, covered in shaving cream and covered with conviction to make everything around us just as covered with those things. Despite the inherent immaturity involved with squirting shaving cream on someone’s car, I always felt five years older than I was on Mischief Night. My friends and I always ended up running with the bad seeds in town, because if you didn’t swear allegiance to them, they’d peg you in the belly with eggs. And they wouldn’t even crack them first. Those things felt like god damned golf balls coming from the right arm. Though Mischief Night’s heydays are over in my town, the local grocers still ban sales of eggs and shaving cream to minors around Halloween. It’s so awesome to get carded when I go to the supermarket for eggs in October. Discuss your Mischief Night memories in the comments.

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Mara – you worked with a blacksmith? That’s so rad, seriously. I’m a fan of your color choices too. I keep wanting to get an etsy store.