The woman who writes the quizzlet questions is on vacation, apparently. Which is fine – because I’d usually rather rub a salted piece of pork in my eye than answer some of the gems she comes up with. So what’s a guy to do? I’m brain-dead today after a rowdy Bruins game last night with the GoonSquad, so I’ll just rattle off a few fun facts regarding this weekend’s festivities.
If you’re coming to the Big Haunt 2, and I know a lot of you are, please carpool. For flip’s sake designate a driver. Concord is a haul, and the Po-Po will be out in full force. We’ll have plenty of food and non-alcoholic options on hand. And respect the neighbors. There aren’t many of them, but stay off their lawns and don’t scream your heads off coming or leaving. And certainly don’t drive your shitty SUV into their living rooms.
But to keep things Quizzletty, I will pose a question to all of you: What, in your fevered recollection, is the absolute worst Halloween costume you ever rocked?
I suppose I should go first. Last minute one year when I was about 8, my father wrapped me in paper towels and toilet paper and I went as a pathetic mummy.
The paper all around my mouth was stained brown within minutes by chocolate. I looked a lot more like King Rim-Job than King Tut.
tried to pull off wonder woman in a pair of oversized tights that looked like id dropped a deuce in them.
This year will be my worst. I’m going to be a travel photographer shooting a Godforsaken riverboat casino on an Indian reserve in Indiana.
Anyone want to come dressed as my assistant?
Does your assistant get to wear assless chaps? If so, count me in.
only if i get to have the same dirty mouth you had when you were 8, Dave.