So I was standing there in the Halloween superstore this afternoon with my age hanging out.
That's disgusting. You can't be that for Halloween.
I'm not paying $50 for a few tacky pieces of fabric and rubber.
You can't see out of that. That mask will last all of three seconds.
And the dreaded:
Back when I was a kid, we made our own costumes.
In the end, we compromised and bought some accessories and I'm going to help them make the rest. Another Halloween disaster averted. I'm starting to long for the days of superheroes and cute fuzzy lions. Now we're stuck with the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and a big hairy Werewolf.
On this date: In 1985, Orson Wells died.
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