More creative blob interpretation.
Yawn.
Iacoletti,
Yes, I know. The dress-like,
non-separating,
non-bermuda-shorts-or-pants-like skirts and raincoats above those three gals' bare lower legs (as they're walking across the Pergola Patio in the Towner film) must be a figment of my imagination.
Because, unfortunately, no one but me can discern such things, or if they can, they're unwilling to speak up about it and incur your apparent "Oswald Is Innocent At All Costs!" wrath and invective
Iacoletti, overheard at a bar in Texas: "Can I have another Blobs on the rocks, bartender? I'm
so addicted to that stuff. And while you're at it, you'd better give me a big plate of re-fried beans, smothered with Hatch habaneros and lots and lots of cheese. Why the habaneros? Well, so it'll be really, really hot when I blow it out my you-know-what at the forum!"
-- MWT