It's Talk Like a Pirate Day. I'm married to someone who dressed up as one to scare people in a haunted house one Halloween. "Me treasure! Arr! Me treasure!" he yelled, waving a plastic sword over a "treasure chest" filled with "gold" coins.
Well, of course he knew they weren't gold, but after the haunted house was over, he picked one up to eat the chocolate that he figured was inside. It wasn't chocolate, it was gum. Not even good gum, by gum.
Talk about Trick or Treat!