Fancy Dress
Two words that fill me with dread. Fancy Dress. Some people really get off on this - last party I went to that involved dressing up, one bloke came in a sort of fetish-nazi outfit, all tight black pvc, whips and jackboots.* Which would have been OK but it was a Eurovision party, and he'd come as Austria.
What's the worst costume you've encountered? Or worn? Or been made to wear...
*and no, it wasn't one of them royals
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
Two words that fill me with dread. Fancy Dress. Some people really get off on this - last party I went to that involved dressing up, one bloke came in a sort of fetish-nazi outfit, all tight black pvc, whips and jackboots.* Which would have been OK but it was a Eurovision party, and he'd come as Austria.
What's the worst costume you've encountered? Or worn? Or been made to wear...
*and no, it wasn't one of them royals
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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She shat in his coffee, then got him fired
Back when I was about 8 or 9, my parents dragged me to some work party with around 50 couples and their kids. I go as superman, complete with shite foam patches for muscles.
I looked like a twunt, and knew it, so with all the superiority an 8 year old can muster, I demand muscles from everyone in the entire room.
I then proceed to fill out these muscle pads with a collection of cardboard, paper hats and tissues, kindly donated by parents and some freaked out kids.
All went well untill I went to the toilet and asked the nice man in the loo's for some toilet paper to make me look like superman.
Turns out he didn't like my Mum, or his job, very much.
It took my parents 4 hours until I took the costume off at home to figure out why I stank of human waste.
I'm still, asked "What's that smell?" at family outings to this very day.
How did my mum get revenge? Read the title.
( , Fri 13 Jan 2006, 4:00, Reply)
Back when I was about 8 or 9, my parents dragged me to some work party with around 50 couples and their kids. I go as superman, complete with shite foam patches for muscles.
I looked like a twunt, and knew it, so with all the superiority an 8 year old can muster, I demand muscles from everyone in the entire room.
I then proceed to fill out these muscle pads with a collection of cardboard, paper hats and tissues, kindly donated by parents and some freaked out kids.
All went well untill I went to the toilet and asked the nice man in the loo's for some toilet paper to make me look like superman.
Turns out he didn't like my Mum, or his job, very much.
It took my parents 4 hours until I took the costume off at home to figure out why I stank of human waste.
I'm still, asked "What's that smell?" at family outings to this very day.
How did my mum get revenge? Read the title.
( , Fri 13 Jan 2006, 4:00, Reply)
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