You know, I've always walked around and thought-"If only I had a dress that looked like a hamburger."
My mother obviously had other children on the sly that inherited her "talent".I spent most of the seventies being tortured with similar horrors produced for public display on my young self right before every sodding birthday party. I swear this kind of wool abuse is why I had no friends. This site is going in my bookmarks, not missing out on a regular belly laugh.
C'mon now... that HAS to be a Halloween costume...