Hathaniel Nawthorne Hohn Jathorne I never read The Scarlet Letter so can someone please tell me what it’s about?
May the Lord be with you as He is with me.
What is the second best-selling Halloween costume? Either a vampire or Frankenstein’s monster if I had to guess; ghosts are too simple as it’s just a bed sheet with scissored-out eye holes.
For centuries, 1300s to 1600s mostly, any socially “deviant”, typically older woman living by herself, was fair game to be unfairly accused as a witch, partly because nobody knew what she really did at night. It was the Cancel Culture of the Middle Ages!
I wonder how many young women dress up as Samantha Stephens?
So we’re skipping the Winter holidays and moving past Spring and Summer holidays and heading straight for Halloween. The end of times is nigh. And that may not be a bad thing.
Take care, may relentless calendar shredder Beatrice “Destroy Them All For Eternal Life Or At Least For A Warm Fire” O’Lookyord be with you, and gesundheit.
Was this one supposed to run in October?
With all those witch costumes, how is one to know which witch is which?
I thought it was the sexy witch costume
this one is either 2 months late or 10 months early
I bought a pair of round John Lennon glasses there, but I couldn’t find a Yoko to go with them
A Halloween related article – only 5 days from Christmas? How charming … NOT.
Just wondering if todays RBION entries have anything to do with the winter solstice and other pagan rituals
Hawthorne was related to Hathorne???
In kindergarten, I went as a witch. Glad no one mistook me for trans.
Believe It Or Not, Halloween was 7 weeks ago.
An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing home.
One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed.
Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong,
‘Yes, Nurse Tracy,’ said Mr. Wallace.
‘My Private Part died today, and I am very sad.’
Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Wallace. Please accept my condolences.’
The following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out of his pajamas.
He met Nurse Tracy. ‘Mr. Wallace,’ she said, ‘You shouldn’t be walking down the hall like that.
Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.’
‘But, Nurse Tracy I can’t,’ replied Mr. Wallace. ’I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.
‘Yes,’ said Nurse Tracy, ‘you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?’
‘Well,’ he replied, ‘Today is the viewing.’
When my wife used to work drive-thru window at a Hardees, she would wear a witches costume for Halloweenl. Her get up looked very convincing.
Nothing say pre-Christmas like a Halloween page.