So, no offense to anyone who has visited the Outer Banks of North Carolina as a vacation, but I've come to the conclusion that it must be a trashy place. I have seen a few stupid international code car stickers that say "OBX." Ick. International code car stickers are trashier than ribbon magnets.
At the Pumpkin show, I saw two people sporting Outer Banks sweatshirts. I can't deny that I have bought things with place names on them, but it's usually for kitsch value. If the Outer Banks of North Carolina is an exotic locale to you, then you need to get out of Ohio more often.
On a not-trashy note, today our tax professor asked the class if anyone played the lottery and not one person raised their hand! I was so proud.
Tomorrow is trick-or-treat. I bought one giant bag of candy. If that's not enough, fuck those little beggars. Half of them don't even say thank you. If any little obese kids come up, they're only getting one piece.
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