Here is my Tusken raiding of a young female coworker of mine at the pizzeria I work at.
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Here is my Tusken raiding of a young female coworker of mine at the pizzeria I work at.
i got the perfect one this year, following a theme...
zombie steve irwin.
i was zombie john ritter a few years ago.
I wanted to be a slice of pizza, with a small sausage!
Slicker's Mom. If I can find a scary enough mask.
Heck, I think I will be T-shirt ninja, sadly... I want to make a Galactus costume but I keep waffling between it and a few other Marvel characters so I doubt I'll actually construct it in time, leaving me a few hours on the actual day to cover some cardboard with tinfoil to makes some shuriken and I'll be good to go :beard:&
i get that a lot...
actually, not a day went by in my illustration class sophmore year where my friends and i weren't told we were going to hell by the professor. but she loved it and said she'd meet us there.
i was picturing the costume in my mind on the subway this morning... i'd have to get the khaki safari shorts/shirt combo, get it good and dirty, with a huge blood stain on the shirt. i'm thinking about getting a plastic ray and attaching it to the shirt, too. then of course the zombie makeup. and i'll need a wig, cuz i'm buzzed right now.
I shall be a miserable old fart and bung the note in the window saying NO TRICK OR TREAT. Turn off the lightsat the front of the house and block up the letterbox flap. And point blank refuse to answer the door to demanding fat kids with sugar addictions.
Then I shall slip on a set of headphones and light up a doobie and listen to Roger Waters being miserable.
Or I shall open the door and let my entirely docile but very jumpy black dog out to scare the kids away.
Bah humbug.