Alternate Titles: "When Life Imitates Art" or "What Big Jack-O'-Lanterns You Have My Dear!"

I had initially hoped to make my Halloween update something a bit more entertaining and noteworthy than a mere journal entry. I was actually planning to upload a Halloween-themed inflation story especially for this holiday, but unfortunately I wasn't able to finish it on time (I came pretty damn close though, and I still plan on finishing it - it'll just be a little late, that's all).

So, as I am unable to provide the people kind enough to watch my gallery with a new story, I will instead regale you all by recounting some of the sumptuous eye-candy I happened across this evening while I was out celebrating with my friends.

Halloween in small towns can be a somewhat tedious affair, depending on how seriously the townsfolk take the holiday, and the concentration of small, precocious children in your vicinity. However, if you are fortunate enough to live in a major metropolitan area - like I do - this time of year can be a visual feast of unparalleled decadence, both in terms of elaborate costumes and gorgeous women. Every Halloween, the city's loveliest and most well-endowed young women crawl out of the woodwork, squeeze their magnificent curves into tight, skimpy costumes of every imaginable description, and hit the town. To say that this year produced an especially 'bountiful' crop would be something of an understatement. From Emma Frost with E-cups, to a scantily-clad Sith apprentice with 'Death Stars' so massive they generated their own personal gravity field (at least if the number of people orbiting around her was any indication), the streets and nightclubs were packed with gorgeous, pneumatic ladies, bouncing and gyrating to the beat of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'. It was, to say the least, a heart-stopping spectacle.

Despite the stunning parade of feminine beauty on display, the most impressive sighting of the evening (at least in my opinion) occurred while I was on my way home from a party downtown. While waiting at the crosswalk of a minor intersection, I caught sight of a voluptuous young woman dressed as Elvira Mistress of the Dark. While her enormous black beehive was clearly fake, the plunging neckline of her costume made it abundantly clear that her figure was not.

Rather than fumble in vain for the words to describe this amazing young woman's physique, I will instead employ a visual reference. Imagine this lass ([link]), sans the green skin, pointed ears and conspicuous lack of a nose, and you've got an eerily accurate representation of what this girl looked like. And no, I'm not exaggerating in the least. She was that fit, and her breasts WERE that big. I did one hell of a double-take when I saw her, that's for sure. I only wish I'd had the means to capture an image of her magnificence. Alas, I'd had to leave my camera at home that evening, having no means of carrying it at the party.

Well, the hour grows late. So I'll leave you with that tantalizing mental image, and bid you all goodnight.

Happy Halloween, one and all.