To
wakeup so hungover in albany that when you see a congregation of pumpkin fuckers
bobbing for apples under a tree on a rainy sunday dusk, your first thought isnt that its earthday or
labor day or whatever the fuck holiday people decide to worship trees and apples. Instead you scream out in a loud mickey mouse type tone "happy apple day" to every person you see on the way back to your room/wendy's.
I
almost flabbergasted when i found out it was appleday...
happy apple day, happy apple day, happy apple day...