Nick or Treat!
I didn't want to post about Halloween stuff until October. I have a ton of fluffy wuffy girl pink hyper sugar goods I need to unleash beforehand! But, I like to keep with the rhythm of article, video, article, video. So I'm tossing in a Halloween video that's particularly juicy.
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Ah, Nickelodeon. I don't know if Nick-or-Treat is still a continued tradition, especially since I hear there's some, um, misunderstandings relating to it. What I do remember, if being a kid around October 31st and answering every phone call with an excited, "NICK OR TREAT!" only to find out that it was Aunt Susan calling for my mom. Damn relatives hogging up the phone line.
Sweepstakes aren't really nearly what they used to be. In this Nick or Treat giveaway the winner won a chauffeured limousine tour of Hollywood, $500, his weight in M&Ms, and the piece de resistance -- being transformed into a movie monster. Watch carefully, and wait for the kid to slip his arm on the window of the limo. Also note that later on the shirt he was wearing appears to be worn by his younger brother.
While I was out today buying these expensive bags of stir fry I'm so totally addicted to, I did a sweep of the Halloween section. I picked up this year's wonderful bag of Play-Doh Halloween treats. My mom has this thing about handing out non-candy treats like pretzels and shit every year. We don't get too many trick-or-treaters because my house is pretty close to the elementary school, and who wants to go anywhere near school on fright night? You can hit more houses in the far ends of town where all the developments are. Anyway, I picked this up so I can trick my mom into thinking I'm giving out Play-Doh. Really I'll be giving out Play-Doh ANY candy, because I don't want anyone egging the fucking house because my mom tried to give out crackers or some shit.
To tell the truth, I'll probably be happy if there's leftovers. I love Play-Doh. I keep a few mini containers and a mini fun factory on top of my desk at work. When I get stressed sometimes I smush it around and get a good whiff of Play-Doh fumes. Feels good. I have a nice big (11'x8' approx), hidden, corner desk now so usually no one catches me smelling Play-Doh.
(Download Nick or Treat)
Ah, Nickelodeon. I don't know if Nick-or-Treat is still a continued tradition, especially since I hear there's some, um, misunderstandings relating to it. What I do remember, if being a kid around October 31st and answering every phone call with an excited, "NICK OR TREAT!" only to find out that it was Aunt Susan calling for my mom. Damn relatives hogging up the phone line.
Sweepstakes aren't really nearly what they used to be. In this Nick or Treat giveaway the winner won a chauffeured limousine tour of Hollywood, $500, his weight in M&Ms, and the piece de resistance -- being transformed into a movie monster. Watch carefully, and wait for the kid to slip his arm on the window of the limo. Also note that later on the shirt he was wearing appears to be worn by his younger brother.
While I was out today buying these expensive bags of stir fry I'm so totally addicted to, I did a sweep of the Halloween section. I picked up this year's wonderful bag of Play-Doh Halloween treats. My mom has this thing about handing out non-candy treats like pretzels and shit every year. We don't get too many trick-or-treaters because my house is pretty close to the elementary school, and who wants to go anywhere near school on fright night? You can hit more houses in the far ends of town where all the developments are. Anyway, I picked this up so I can trick my mom into thinking I'm giving out Play-Doh. Really I'll be giving out Play-Doh ANY candy, because I don't want anyone egging the fucking house because my mom tried to give out crackers or some shit.
To tell the truth, I'll probably be happy if there's leftovers. I love Play-Doh. I keep a few mini containers and a mini fun factory on top of my desk at work. When I get stressed sometimes I smush it around and get a good whiff of Play-Doh fumes. Feels good. I have a nice big (11'x8' approx), hidden, corner desk now so usually no one catches me smelling Play-Doh.
My Wal-Mart sold out of that stuff in 5 minutes. It's the thing every kid wants in his pumpkin bucket.
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Just what every kid wants. A useless lump of dough. If I were a munchkin, I'd probably eat it all and die...
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I am the kid who won that contest - it was October, 1984. Yes, it's me, this is no joke. I haven't watched that reel in 20+ years. Anyway, my arm didn't slip - I just wasn't that tall and I had to reposition my arm - that's all. And my shirt was black and white, and the one my little brother was wearing was green - check your eyesight. Thanks for the memories!
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