In 1986 a guy I was working with was invited to
a party at the section house where one of his girlfriends friends was training to be a policeman.

The theme was bad taste.

He decided it would be appropriate to go dressed as Keith Blakelock.

I think there was a certain amount of sympathy for the fact he had absolutely nailed the *spirit* of the dress requirement, but he was asked to get changed, as it was pretty certain if any of the regular coppers that shared the living space with them found out what he was doing they would beat him to a bloody pulp.
(username failed moderation, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 13:12, 18 replies)

That would have been pretty ironic if they had done.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 13:20, closed)

Did cross my mind!

(username failed moderation, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 13:21, closed)

Mrs V is keen to go to a fancy dress party as Hitler.
I've said on several occasions that getting on the tube late at night in such an outfit is unlikely result in a polite discussion about the detail of political mechanisms behind World War II.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 13:35, closed)

You could accompany her,
dressed as a cigarette.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 13:47, closed)

Yeah - and get called a fag and beaten up as well - nice one.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 13:52, closed)

Not what I was going for,
but a satisfactory outcome, nonetheless.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 14:25, closed)

Racist.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 15:10, closed)

If you're actively seeking to offend as many people as possible,
just dress as the Prophet Mohammed with a beard woven from real bacon, a yellow star on your arm and a pair of arseless leather trousers.

Or Prince Philip.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 15:16, closed)

...while fucking a baby seal in the eye socket

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 15:24, closed)

Too soon
dude.
(username failed moderation, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 16:18, closed)

I once walked back through town wearing a nazi uniform on top, with stockings and suspenders below.

The best moment was seeing a police woman nearly wetting herself laughing.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 15:23, closed)

So what the whining, pathetic fucks mean was:
"Things which may offend others, but nothing that would offend us.".
Typical of the double-standards of the lying pricks.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 18:27, closed)

Um, yes.
you're absolutely right.

Some people eh?
(username failed moderation, Wed 6 Nov 2013, 9:12, closed)

Rage against the machine, man.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 6 Nov 2013, 12:33, closed)

So what was acceptable?
Rape costumes?
Cancer costumes?
Heart-attack costumes?
Dead baby costumes?

It's supposed to be bad taste if the pathetic cunts only find a colleague's murder offensive then they really are the scum they sell themselves to be.
An asked-for bad taste joke should never need to be audience-specific in that way, unless the audience are hypocritical scum.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Wed 6 Nov 2013, 18:41, closed)

SMASH THE SYSTEM!... but can I have another point please?

( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 6 Nov 2013, 21:50, closed)

* * * * - acab

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Tue 5 Nov 2013, 21:07, closed)

I wondered where nonce-punching was going to come into this
Until I realised that it had not yet been conceived of in 1986, nor had the Honda Accord which spawned it.
(squigbobble existed, Wed 6 Nov 2013, 9:53, closed)