Holloween Fany

Last Halloween( https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/10/halloween.html) Fany was the wicked wasted witch. This Halloween she's the Drunk Devil. Though like last year, alcohol is not the only intoxicant the devil has gotten her to consume. No, her pitchfork is a literal representation of the trident of intoxicants she’s under the influence of-Alcohol, weed and drugs.

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