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Post by CampKohler on Oct 31, 2015 20:45:59 GMT
Elise gets ready for Halloween by demonstrating her penchant for costumery and wiggery, both closely related in the field of dress-up: At some points in the video, certain members of the audience may become involuntarily distracted by the expectation of what appears to be an imminent wardrobe malfunction, namely, the failure of blouse button fastenings to resist almost unimaginable forces, but alas they are disappointed and, for some sort of substitute satisfaction, must fall back on the mundane and illicit eating of trick or treat candy that should be by all rights reserved for those threatening little ones ringing the doorbell on Halloween night. (That is possibly the longest and most-nearly-true sentence I have ever written. )
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Post by floppycatlovingbunny on Nov 1, 2015 0:16:10 GMT
I don't know if those who threaten little ones who happen to ring their doorbells deserve to eat illicit candy.
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Post by eliseharris on Nov 1, 2015 14:39:37 GMT
We didn't get any Trick or treaters, but there were fireworks outside - leading to the cat that sometimes visits coming into the house to hide. He usually only visits in the morning in the hope of some free food.
Although maybe he was actually trick or treating.
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Post by eliseharris on Nov 1, 2015 14:40:23 GMT
Also the blouse was just done up with the wrong buttons! It wasn't going to break, but that explains the problem.
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Post by floppycatlovingbunny on Nov 1, 2015 16:11:36 GMT
How do you know it was really a cat? Ar you sure it might not have been a floppy bunny very convincingly dressed up as a cat? And anyhow, don't you suspect that every morning at your house is trick or treat for the cat?
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Post by CampKohler on Nov 3, 2015 22:29:39 GMT
Floppy: >> "...those who threaten little ones...." The word threatening was not a verb, but an adjective, i.e. "threatening little ones" meant "little ones who threaten," which is the essence of trick or treating. So, NOT GUILTY! ---- Elise: >> ...the blouse was just done up with the wrong buttons!" So it was indeed a wardrobe malfunction, but just not one of the most satisfactory and entertaining kinds one might hope for. Don't fret; with only a few more years experience, I predict you will get the hang of those new-fangled button thingies. If not, there's always Velcro. Or perhaps a monk's rope belt. ---- Myself, I ducked out of Halloween as usual by showing up late and hitting the sack. And it doesn't hurt that my doorbell's chime tubes were removed years ago and stored in a corner.
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Post by CampKohler on Nov 14, 2015 5:26:59 GMT
Forum discussion is continued in the next video topic.There has been a new video and we have moved on. Please don't post here unless you wish to follow up on some matter that originated here. Thanks.
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