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	<title>Comments on: Horror Roundtable - Week Sixty-Nine</title>
	<link>http://www.thehorrorblog.com/2007/10/19/horror-roundtable-week-sixty-nine/</link>
	<description>Better Living Through Terror</description>
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		<title>By: JA</title>
		<link>http://www.thehorrorblog.com/2007/10/19/horror-roundtable-week-sixty-nine/#comment-55874</link>
		<author>JA</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 02:18:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Mine, if I hadn't been a Johnny-Come-Lately, would've been the same as Dave's - wearing a full-body werewolf costume, thinking I'd disguised myself well enough to not get called out for being too old to trick-or-treat, and the first door I go to being some obscure friend of my father's that started laughing hysterically while telling me I was way too old to be trick-or-treating. I have no idea how they knew it was me, and am sorta convinced til this day that my father was behind it. Assholes!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mine, if I hadn&#8217;t been a Johnny-Come-Lately, would&#8217;ve been the same as Dave&#8217;s - wearing a full-body werewolf costume, thinking I&#8217;d disguised myself well enough to not get called out for being too old to trick-or-treat, and the first door I go to being some obscure friend of my father&#8217;s that started laughing hysterically while telling me I was way too old to be trick-or-treating. I have no idea how they knew it was me, and am sorta convinced til this day that my father was behind it. Assholes!</p>
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		<title>By: The Retropolitan</title>
		<link>http://www.thehorrorblog.com/2007/10/19/horror-roundtable-week-sixty-nine/#comment-55982</link>
		<author>The Retropolitan</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:59:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I think there's nothing more disappointing than being sick on Halloween.  Which I have been for the past TWO GODDAMNED YEARS.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think there&#8217;s nothing more disappointing than being sick on Halloween.  Which I have been for the past TWO GODDAMNED YEARS.</p>
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		<title>By: Gary Wintle</title>
		<link>http://www.thehorrorblog.com/2007/10/19/horror-roundtable-week-sixty-nine/#comment-56115</link>
		<author>Gary Wintle</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 23:45:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Sorry I missed this one

I remember Halloween while I had a broken leg. My brothers were kind enough to bring me around on the wheel barrow. This lasted about less than one block. Going up a steep driveway, the wagon tipped and I fell backward head first, cracking my head against the pavement.

As sad as it was to miss Halloween that year, I'm glad I got to enjoy the cartoons that play that night...who'd have known?

Thanks Bob and Steve for scoring candy that night for the sick handicap kid!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorry I missed this one</p>
<p>I remember Halloween while I had a broken leg. My brothers were kind enough to bring me around on the wheel barrow. This lasted about less than one block. Going up a steep driveway, the wagon tipped and I fell backward head first, cracking my head against the pavement.</p>
<p>As sad as it was to miss Halloween that year, I&#8217;m glad I got to enjoy the cartoons that play that night&#8230;who&#8217;d have known?</p>
<p>Thanks Bob and Steve for scoring candy that night for the sick handicap kid!</p>
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		<title>By: Zomb-Aid</title>
		<link>http://www.thehorrorblog.com/2007/10/19/horror-roundtable-week-sixty-nine/#comment-56499</link>
		<author>Zomb-Aid</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 15:40:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>My worst halloween was a few years ago when I decided to dress up as a wolfman.  I used crepe hair and spirit gum to give myself a widow's peak, and hairy cheeks, neck, and hands (no, not the palms).  The costume looked great, but I realized the next day that I'm allergic to spirit gum.  Everywhere I had hair, I had a rash.  Ever have a rash in the shape of a widow's peak?  It looks ridiculous.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My worst halloween was a few years ago when I decided to dress up as a wolfman.  I used crepe hair and spirit gum to give myself a widow&#8217;s peak, and hairy cheeks, neck, and hands (no, not the palms).  The costume looked great, but I realized the next day that I&#8217;m allergic to spirit gum.  Everywhere I had hair, I had a rash.  Ever have a rash in the shape of a widow&#8217;s peak?  It looks ridiculous.</p>
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		<title>By: Uncle Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.thehorrorblog.com/2007/10/19/horror-roundtable-week-sixty-nine/#comment-57805</link>
		<author>Uncle Mike</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 20:15:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>When I was in the 4th grade my mom was so angry with me (I wasn't doing my homework) she literally cancelled Halloween for me.  I had to go to bed at 7pm and cried myself to sleep as the doorbell rang and my mom handed out candy again and again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was in the 4th grade my mom was so angry with me (I wasn&#8217;t doing my homework) she literally cancelled Halloween for me.  I had to go to bed at 7pm and cried myself to sleep as the doorbell rang and my mom handed out candy again and again.</p>
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