Halloween cotton


This is the house across the street from me. If aliens were to come down and visit us during Halloween, they'd be convinced that we're deathly afraid of cotton when it's stretched out.

One thing I do like about Halloween night: "What are you supposed to be?" is the way I'd like to start just about every conversation, every day.

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