It's worth repeating every year. In fact, I'm going to print them out on flyers and deposit them in the mailbox of every home in the surrounding area that houses a child between the ages of 11-18. Oh, don't doubt that my kids will get one.
Dear local teenagers,
As we approach the dawn of another Halloween, I would like to take this moment to have a word with you. I will say this once, and only once, and there will be no second chances. Not this year.
If any one of you so much as looks at my pumpkins in a way other than admiration, I will pick your eyes out with a spork.
If any of you dare approach those pumpkins, or my scarecrow, with theft and/or smashing in mind, I will chase you down the street and slice your hands off with a butter knife.
If you have the balls to actually cross my property and touch my festive lawn decorations, I will slice your dick off with a razor blade and feed it to the rather large dog next door.
If I find one ounce of shaving cream, whipped cream, or other cream-like substance on my car in the morning, I will hunt you down and make you lick it off until the car looks like new.
Do not doubt me. Do not make me act upon my words. Just walk on by the house and don't even look.
It worked last year. Let's see what happens on the new block. I don't trust those kids next door.
Now, go look at these famous monsters
. Good stuff.