Posts Tagged ‘halloween’

“You’re the One They Call ‘Mouth’ Aren’t You?” – Sassy “Goonies” Costumes

September 27, 2012

Two years ago I made a satirical blog post turning not-so-sassy “Ghostbusters” characters into uber-sassy Halloween attire. It was just a fun way to poke fun at the costume industry’s trend of sexifying (not a word) everything from Care Bears to Minnie Mouse to skunks.

Yeah, you read that last line correctly. Sexy skunks.

In fact, by the time I get around to making next year’s ‘Sexy “Karate Kid” Costumes’ post, I’m sure someone will be pimping some kind of trampy Cobra Kai attire.

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Extra Whatnot

November 10, 2010

Here are some little bits of Whatnot that don’t deserve their own posts…

If you’re a waitress who has to put up with my dad’s terrible jokes, I’ll make sure you get a good tip.

The guy who takes tickets on my train wore a Phillies tie a few weeks ago that had flashing lights on it. I thought it was a special occasion tie, but now all of his neckwear has flashing lights on it. I guess if you find your thing you should run with it.

Is there a more polarizing food in the world than tomatoes?

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Poor, Trusting, Abused Linus

October 30, 2010

Sat down with the alliance partner this evening to watch the Halloween classic, “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” It occurred to me that whenever I watch this special, I always ask myself the same questions…

Why doesn’t Charlie Brown tell Violet where to stick that marker when she draws on his head?

How does PigPen kick up a cloud of dust indoors?

Did Snoopy hallucinate the whole World War 1 sequence?

But this year I was hit with a new question…

Who told Linus about the Great Pumpkin in the first place?

Seriously. It’s not like he made up the story himself. Sure, kids are capable of coming up with some imaginative stories, but he’d know better than to pursue it if it was his own creation.

My bet is that some a**hole uncle told him about it as a joke. Sincere pumpkin patch? That sounds like the same ridiculous crap I tell my nephew.

Now I feel terrible.


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