Dressing UpRotating 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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
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Club 18-30sOn a Club 18-30s (or AIDS 'n' Herpes) holiday a while back one of the big party events of the week was the Fancy Dress night. We were 3 lads from Borehamwood who really couldn't be arsed to make the effort needed for a toga.
We turned up at the venue, walking three abreast with a gap of about 6 feet between each bloke. We were dressed in just shorts and T-shirts, with a cord clothes-pegged to our shoulders, joining us together.
We were a washing line.
As the night got messier and less lucid there were all manner of costume malfunctions ie bed sheets stopped being togas. Not for us three smug bastards.
It's the little victories that mean so much to small minds.
(, Mon 29 Oct 2012, 16:16, Reply)
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