Because most of 2020 has felt like opening your front door to stomp on a flaming bag of dog shit, only to find all the foliage on your property draped in soggy toilet paper and your car windshield crusted over with egg whites, I'm resharing my Mischief Night essay from last year.
Please also enjoy this picture of a black cat that may or may not sprout bat wings and drink my blood tonight:
If you do go Mischiefing tonight, I totally get you. It's been a rough year, and sometimes you just have to purge some emotions. Do keep in mind, a lot of people have doorbell cameras now so, you know, maybe wear a ski mask.
Ah, yes, fond memories of the good old days
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