The thing about Halloween is, you can be standing in a room with The Birds who are making out with The Bees, and Cinderella (the Crack Whore Edition) can be complaining about her stilettos, and Aeon Flux is throwing sexy looks at Indy Jones, and Spider Jerusalem can be arguing with the iPod Commercial about something obtuse, while the retired Lois Lane and Clark Kent complain about their grey hair, and if you’re Piglet and you’re making out with Doctor Who…
my point is, after a while, it all seems pretty normal so that the next time you see Biscuit and Mike, you’re going to wonder where all the buzzing and the feathers went.
* this title stolen directly from Kate. you can do that when you’ve worn each other’s most intimate shoes.