Sometimes, You Just Can't Keep it in: The Origin of the Halloweenie Roast

Hello again, loyal readers. I thought this was an accurate portrayal of how one feels after Halloween is through. October was a crazy month for this guy. I hit up Disneyland with my lady (and her family, who was kind enough to take me along), spelunked into the dark depths of Vegoose (see previous post, if you dare), and had a shit load of homework to do.
So, because it's tradition and all, the 4th Annual Halloweenie Roast will be taking place next week at my house. I'll post a list of movies on the menu in a few days (I still don't have my snobby choices finalized), but for now, let me explain the origins of this unholy rite.
It all started four years ago in the cursed realm of Makeevka, Ukraine. I had about two months before I headed home, so I wanted to leave a legacy of sorts. I got the awesome idea to get my English class as well as the LDS youth around to go out into the woods with me and the other missionaries so we could scare the crap out of them. On the outskirts of said woods, we found a ruined church that was downright horrifying. There were paintings of Bible stories right up on the walls, but all of the characters had their eyes scratched out. The roof was caved in, and the floor was covered in rubble and assorted debris. It had obviously been the scene of many drug deals and voodoo rituals (the photograph carefully placed into a pile of poo gave me this impression).
We had about a week to get it all ready, but we owned it. I'm talkin' robot costumes made out of boxes and tinfoil, old gas masks, and whatever other junk we could find. Once Halloween rolled around we were ready to rock. As soon the other missionaries were in place, we escorted a large group of Ukrainian folks out into our nightmare (think AF's Haunted Forest, but worse).
When our group of victims was successfully led through the woods (there were some priceless moments. Those Ukrainians weren't used to regular spook alleys.) we broke out the hot dogs and had a cookout. Hence, the birth of the first annual Halloweenie Roast.
I've been keeping this tradition up since I've been back (but instead of going out in the woods, we watch a lot of horror movies while we eat our hot dogs), because when you mix horror movies and hot dogs, miracles can happen.