If this doesn't get done by Halloween, I'll just do it randomly in November or so, but my plan is to get a bunch of pre-wrapped sandwiches of some sort, dress up as the Burger King (I've already found a mask, I just need full king garb on the cheap) and go around knocking on people's doors. Then I will be like
feely:If this doesn't get done by Halloween, I'll just do it randomly in November or so, but my plan is to get a bunch of pre-wrapped sandwiches of some sort, dress up as the Burger King (I've already found a mask, I just need full king garb on the cheap) and go around knocking on people's doors. Then I will be like
and it will be great.
wow - you might get murdered for something like that. The Burger King Guy is not well-liked, especially when he's all over NFL Football weekend, every other commercial, boiling the blood of people who thought he was a creep months ago...if you must, shoot for Halloween. That would be understandable, at least
Demonstrations are a drag. Besides, we're much too high
Every year for the past few, I've simply taken off my glasses and gone as a person with above average eyesight. No driving.
"He is the most overrated piece of crap in the league. He bitched and whined after he got his ass beaten in New England last year, so the NFL changed the rules. Then he got his ass beaten in New England again. Every year he's the top MVP candidate. Every year he's supposed to be the best. Every year he's going to carry the Colts to the Super Bowl. And every single year he goes to New England and gets his ass beaten. And his brother's a whiny little bitch." -A friend of mine, on Peyton Manning
Last year I had to work, so I wore my work outfit...and went as George Lass from Dead Like Me. A co-worker watched the show as well, so I put his name, the address of the show, and five minutes before I got off that day as the EDT (Estimated Time of Death) on a post-it and wore it the entire day.
Tape/glue those small single-serving cereal boxes all over your body, then have each box have a plastic knife sticking out of it with fake blood (red paint) running down the box......you can be a CEREAL KILLER.
Tape those small "Smartie Candies" all over your pants.....then tell everyone your a SMARTY PANTS.......or maybe just tape them to your butt and be a SMART ASS.
Dress up as a really slutty looking female, then tape/glue pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters all over your body. This way you can be dressed as LOOSE CHANGE.
"Oh it's on like Donkey Kong !!!" - Stifler, American Wedding
Most years I just wear either my Sgt. Pepper jacket or one of my Lucha masks.
One year, though, I had a good one. When my grandmother died, one of the many oddball novelty items we found in her apartment was "The Mardi Gras Shower Cap", a shower cap that covered your whole face so that your makeup wouldn't be ruined. It even had "glamorous" eyelashes drawn on the front. So I wore that with a robe and such and went as a person going to take a shower.
I've got a bunch of props from Buffy/Angel, so me and a couple people usually go out as people from the show (It makes for easy costumes, especially with the masks). Me as Angel of course, because I've already got the hair, and because those coats are so goddamned cool.
Myself, I'm in a bind this year...after unsuccessfully bidding on a sh*tload of Darth Vader costumes on eBay this summer, I remembered I'm going to Cincy to cover the Packers/Bengals game this year...and won't be flying back until Halloween. With our live Monday night show, I dunno if I'll even be able to scare the crap out of...er, hand out candy to, the delightful neighborhood children.
If I get any time, I guess I'll just break out the purple pimp costume and disco-ball-walking-stick again. Dig it!
I already have the small flag to carry and the Elvis wig. All i need is the S shirt and a red cape. No problem at all. Also, that article is five years old. Old Supes has let hizzelf go a bit as he is now relegated to a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and his beer gut very pronounced in fron=t of him. I'll fit right in!!!!!!
After graduating in 1974, I have never set foot back in my alma mater. And I have missed every reunion. The friends that have meant the most to me were found in college, graduate school, church, and work.