Bring out the gimp
A few weeks ago the police showed up at a party at my place, due to a noise complaint from a neighbour. Being ostensibly responsible for the goings-on, I went outside to talk to the officer. I explained that we were having a party, he politely asked if we could try to keep the noise down a little, and I agreed. It was only after he left that I remembered that I was dressed up, and since the party was Tarantino themed, I was dressed as Butch from Pulp Fiction - after his car crash. Added to this, when he first showed up, the only people standing around outside either weren't in costume, or had copped out and dressed as "Reservoir Dogs" (e.g. just in suits), giving the impression that it wasn't a theme party at all.

So, from the cop's point of view, he would have arrived at some normal-seeming party to deliver a warning for a noise complaint, and had a guy with what appeared to be a freshly broken nose and a face and shirt drenched with sticky, congealing blood calmly walk up, apologise for the noise and assure him that yes, we would turn down the bass and keep the doors shut.

To his credit, he didn't even bat an eye. I guess he'd probably seen enough real broken noses to tell the difference. I was a little miffed, though, as I like to think that my fake blood is pretty realistic.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 2:24, Reply)