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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Oddjob's dog
I went to a James Bond house warming recently. I'd just got a new suit and with the addition of a black silk bow tie I was unimaginatively but appropriately dressed. My girlfriend though went all out, low cut evening gown in turquoise silk (well, OK, rayon), make-up applied with an end loader and beehive hair last seen among girl groups from Detroit, 1964.
Topping her off was a fur stole which she had specially borrowed from an aunt, who'd had it forty years.
Our hosts had a miniature dachshund. As soon as he got a whiff of the fur stole he started to bark. And bark and bark and bark. Then he barked some more.
Turned out the fur was fox.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 4:30, 3 replies)
I went to a James Bond house warming recently. I'd just got a new suit and with the addition of a black silk bow tie I was unimaginatively but appropriately dressed. My girlfriend though went all out, low cut evening gown in turquoise silk (well, OK, rayon), make-up applied with an end loader and beehive hair last seen among girl groups from Detroit, 1964.
Topping her off was a fur stole which she had specially borrowed from an aunt, who'd had it forty years.
Our hosts had a miniature dachshund. As soon as he got a whiff of the fur stole he started to bark. And bark and bark and bark. Then he barked some more.
Turned out the fur was fox.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 4:30, 3 replies)
The dead fox stole the yappy sausage?
Sorry but that's the best you're going to get out of me atm.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 7:19, closed)
Sorry but that's the best you're going to get out of me atm.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 7:19, closed)
I once bought a big furry hat in Russia. The guy said it was sable, but it was really cheap.
According to my colleague, who I was travelling with, it was probably made from polecats.
When I got home, I left it on my girlfriends sofa and her two cats tore it to pieces.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 13:12, closed)
According to my colleague, who I was travelling with, it was probably made from polecats.
When I got home, I left it on my girlfriends sofa and her two cats tore it to pieces.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 13:12, closed)
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