October first comes along and you’re all like
But then you see how expensive costumes are
And the squad doesn’t pick your idea for the group costume
And nobody can agree on what the plans are for Halloween night
But when you finally do decide on plans you throw a mini party
And you get to the party and are just like
#makeway
But someone ruins your groove and asks you what you are when it’s obvious
But forget about them! It’s time to hit the dance floor like
But there’s that weirdo on the dance floor just won’t stop creeping on you
Then you see that person who could care less about Halloween and just came to party and drink
But then you see the group of hotties dressed up as Magic Mike
And you spend all night trying to approach them
But soon enough it’s time to go home
And hopefully there won’t be any of this on the way back