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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There was no Mischeif Night anyplace I have ever lived. However, once you got to old to trick or treat you’d go out in regular clothes with eggs and TP. But it was tough to get anyone, seeing as they all were at there door handing out candy. It ended up being mostly just egg fights among your friends.
However, when I lived in the suburbsand were in jr high, TPing and egging seemed to be every weekend events in the fall. We’d get teachers, boys we liked/hated etc. And all stores would have a one dozen limit per group of kids. When it was cold here, people would leave the egg on their houses until it was above freezing, so it didn’t peel the paint off their house. We also would “fork” lawns. That’s just taking a bag of plastic forks and stabbing them into the ground. Taking them out was annoying, I think that was the point of it all.
Oh, when I saw thosee whoppers, I thought of my mother and how she always wanted to have holiday color themed candy in a dish on the coffee table and how we were never allowed to eat it cause at some point “company” might stop by and want to eat the dusty old candy.