Smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear.

Ah, yes, inappropriate childhood sayings. No one wants to smell anyone else's feet. I don't care who you are. Unless maybe your feet smell like honeysuckles, then I might give the ol' critters a sniff. But other than that, forget it. So it looks like you're just going to have to pull down my underwear and make me exposed and vulnerable. Speaking of exposed, I saw plenty of exposed individuals at this year's Halloween parade right here in the NYC.

Not only did I see the parade, but I walked in it. That's right. Walked in it. There was a hellacious line to get into the parade, but once you were in, it was worth it. Forty blocks packed with people watching other people parade their costumes. Busses full of debauchery. Half-naked people making out and dancing on each other. Floats filled with DJs and porn stars (like Ron Jeremy). And then there was us common folk just walking down the streets waving to people. It was amazing. Some of the craziest people i've ever seen. Ever.

Of course, along with the Halloween parade came the Halloween parties. I went to a few myself. My lady and I went as Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick to a couple of 'em. And while we didn't share hypodermic needles and snort cocaine, I must say we looked darn good. People were hollerin' at us all night. I just posted a few pics in the media gallery. At another party, with a Nightmare Wedding theme, we dressed as a pair of rednecks. Back home people wouldn't have even flinched, but up here people thought we had the best costumes in the room. What can I say? Just showin' some love to the Smoky Mountain Flea Market.

So yeah, this Halloween was a success. Filled with parades, costumes and good times. But now that the tricks and the treats are over, I must leave you with a treat of my own. So for your viewing pleasure, here is the last Reality Check Cory and I did. Happy Halloween. A few days late. Okay, more like two weeks late. But hey, at least I didn't pull down your underwear. That would have been disturbing and not to mention against the law. Boo!