Dressing Up
Rotating Disembodied Head asks: Have you spent 10,000 man hours recreating a costume of a minor character from Star Trek to wear at conventions or merely turned up at a party buck-naked and sporting a mouthful of custard which you spit out on demand and declare yourself to be a zit? Tales of the old dressing up box, fancy dress parties and stealing panties off next door's line. Said too much.
( , Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
Rotating Disembodied Head asks: Have you spent 10,000 man hours recreating a costume of a minor character from Star Trek to wear at conventions or merely turned up at a party buck-naked and sporting a mouthful of custard which you spit out on demand and declare yourself to be a zit? Tales of the old dressing up box, fancy dress parties and stealing panties off next door's line. Said too much.
( , Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
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I was kicked out of a fancy dress party once.
I presented myself totally undressed in fact totally nude except for an empty 600ml carton of custard covering my old fella and family jewels (and a string around my waist to keep it in place).
No one at the party could figure out what I had come as although, there were a few suggestions of pervert, when actually I was “fucking this custard”
Apparently the father of the bird who held the party found it to be totally inappropriate and suggested he would commit grave acts of violence on my custard carton and its contents if I didn’t leave (or as he put it, rip it off me and shove it down my throat).
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 1:21, 5 replies)
I presented myself totally undressed in fact totally nude except for an empty 600ml carton of custard covering my old fella and family jewels (and a string around my waist to keep it in place).
No one at the party could figure out what I had come as although, there were a few suggestions of pervert, when actually I was “fucking this custard”
Apparently the father of the bird who held the party found it to be totally inappropriate and suggested he would commit grave acts of violence on my custard carton and its contents if I didn’t leave (or as he put it, rip it off me and shove it down my throat).
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 1:21, 5 replies)
That is a very old joke.
This joke was going around in the late 1960' when I was still at school. The companion joke to this one was "Another man goes to a fancy dress competition with a durex on his nose. The judge says to him "What have you come as?" The man replies "Fuck knows!"
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 6:19, closed)
This joke was going around in the late 1960' when I was still at school. The companion joke to this one was "Another man goes to a fancy dress competition with a durex on his nose. The judge says to him "What have you come as?" The man replies "Fuck knows!"
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 6:19, closed)
And the 3rd bloke
spray painted green with the letters V and N pinned to his chest
He was green with N V.......
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 12:22, closed)
spray painted green with the letters V and N pinned to his chest
He was green with N V.......
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 12:22, closed)
So you did use your custard-chucker to replace the custard you had eaten beforehand right?
Waste not, want not.
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 6:30, closed)
Waste not, want not.
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 6:30, closed)
That's what happens when you go to kiddies' parties almost half nude.
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 7:23, closed)
( , Fri 26 Oct 2012, 7:23, closed)
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