Just wanted a Halloween party, as it rang and there stood a young boy outside my door and said trick or treating. Fuck, I meant to him, unfortunately I did nothing sweet because, otherwise, the custom was also not so popular. He then said that this was not true, and there already something sweet would be there, I briefly pondered. He meant me, the rascal, it was already sweet and let him come in, and before he smeared my toothpaste on the door, I prefer him every inch.