Time To Throw Eggs On Yourself

BALT rebounded, so I’m somewhat content. Although I still see some people unable to grasp the simple concept of addition and multiplication when it comes to the numbers concerning BALT. Remember, they own 5 Handysize, 4 Supramax and 2 Capesieze vessels. Go home and fetch your calculator, then throw a dozens eggs at yourself for not thinking before you speak.

As for me, I will be busy scaring the neighborhood with my decorations + fog machine + strobe light effects. I didn’t dress up in a costume because “The Fly” doesn’t play games. Life is serious and so am I.

With that being said, may your children enjoy pagan Xmas and the dead haunt you tonight while you sleep.

When I was a young lad, growing up in the concrete pastures of Brooklyn, we’d throw D batteries and potatoes at one another, sometimes onions, for fun. Eggs would be catapulted from makeshift machines and we’d vandalize everything with shaving cream, fitted with long rage spray caps, stolen from bug spray bottles. I’d go home victorious every Hallow’s eve, completely drenched in eggs and shaving cream. Some of the clever kids would use nair, in order to afflict baldness upon their victims.

Ah, the good olde days when kids were criminals.