Monday night is Walpurgis Night!
I suggest buying your garlic for the doors and windows as soon as possible, and I expect a run on holy water over the weekend.
When the stubble yellow, green the grain.The rabble rushes - as 'tis meet -To Sir Urian's lordly seat.O'er stick and stone we come, by jinks!The witches f..., the he-goat s......The broomstick carries, so does the stock;The pitchfork carries, so does the buck;Who cannot rise on them tonight,Remains for aye a luckless wight.
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The thing I hate about The Night of the Walrus is filling in all the tusk marks in my yard the next morning.
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