Another Halloween. Costume party. Right. Another lame costume party, where nobody dresses up as anything interesting. All the women are variations of cat woman (with as much spandex and fishnets as possible), and all the men are either Dracula or Frankenstein. Real costumes aren't appreciated. So I don my tight black pants and find a pair of cat ears like all the other women, and go.
The door opens in a haze of cigarette smoke and fake fog, and I'm greeted by a chorus of hellos. I wade my way through the crowd to find a nice sofa to sit on, one that's not covered in alcohol or fake cobwebs. I finally find a nice corner and sit down, when i'm interrupted by an octopus. His eight badly stuffed orange and purple arms are awkwardly jumping around, hitting his neighbors, and yet he has no reservations. He plops down beside me, crowding me with his tentacles, and asks, "Fancy a game of chess?" in a ridiculous British accent.
"Chess?" I repeat.
" Yes, love, chess." he replies.
Next thing I know, we're sitting on a patio outside the house setting up all the little pieces. He moves first and we chitchat throughout the game. He is weird, but, but honestly, it's the most interesting time I've ever had at a Halloween party.
But then I win the game. He goes crazy. he flips the table over and starts yelling, his 10 arms(that's eight fake and two real) arms are flailing around and keep hitting him in the face. Finally, I can't stop myself and I fall on the ground laughing. he punches me in the face. I wake up in the hospital with three stitches and a broken nose.
*see title for moral of the story.
Moral written by Haley, followed by the story by Dorothy
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