Candy Camera
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There's quite a difference. Basically, no cleavage and no drooling old guy in silk pj's.
I was three years old, modeling my very first store-bought Halloween costume. I can't imagine we shoplifted this thing.
I wouldn't be surprised, however, if we shop-unlifted it the next morning.
I am pleased to observe I was bright enough to remove the hanger.
Those ears are alert, aren't they? I'm listening for the rustling of free NECCO Wafers and defenseless Pixy Stix.
I look like what Tonto sees, chewing peyote.
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Do you dress up for Halloween?
Sometimes. I go as everybody's favorite movie character: Man #3.
If so, describe your best Halloween costume.
My best was probably my first. I was tiny, two-and-a-half, and Mom cut eyeholes into a pillowcase.
I went as a pillowcase with eyeholes.
I can still fit into it, too, but I haven't worn it since our wedding.
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She's had many big laughs at my expense over the crouching shown here. I was just a little kid. I crouched. (Self taught.)
She thought I was cramping or something, but, no, I'm a bunny. I'm hopping. That's how I hop. Crouch and hop. BOING, up I go!
I was doing this years before NASA.