Best 8+ mos costume I've ever seen.
The most spectacularly offensive one I know of is the friend who dressed as White Trash complete with wifebeater with one sleeve still attached for cigarette carton storage, raccoon eyes, madly teased hair, jelly shoes, and Micky's Big Mouth bottle (full of ginger ale) in hand, the rest of the six-pack clanking in her diaper bag. When anyone looked at her askance she'd snarl, "Hey, I'm drinking for two here!" and take another swig.
She even wore this to work. At a law office.
Okay, trailer trash beats out fallen angel for Most Inappropriate preggo costume. (waving at JZ)
The most spectacularly offensive one I know of is the friend who dressed as White Trash complete with wifebeater with one sleeve still attached for cigarette carton storage, raccoon eyes, madly teased hair, jelly shoes, and Micky's Big Mouth bottle (full of ginger ale) in hand, the rest of the six-pack clanking in her diaper bag. When anyone looked at her askance she'd snarl, "Hey, I'm drinking for two here!" and take another swig.
Most offensive in my memory was our friend Brian, the first last and only time he had the cojones to wear the teeshirt we brought him back from London.
He was dressed normally, if you happen to be a rock and roll roadie, complete with the Anvil case. Only difference was the black Adoph mustachio pasted on over his upper lip, and the teeshirt.
Hitler World Tour, 1939-1945. With the cities Hitler had invaded on the back, like a real road tour schedule. England and Russia - two countries where he never successfully invaded - were marked "cancelled."
I laughed like a loon, but man, was it horrible.
It really was. Brian is a relative short (for a guy - about 5-8) stocky Scot by ancestry, so he did the stomp very well indeed.
Unbelievably tasteless. And the teeshirt was our fault - procured in the punk market on the Kensington High Street.
In the late eighties, a friend of mine went out on Halloween dressed as the pope, complete with bullet hole.
Sean, a friend of mine had a very elaborate costume at a party back in London: the Pope, with a lovely enormous plexiglas hood over his head. He'd got two mates to hold the thing in place, and the corker was, they kept moving it around to slip him different hats.
It was, as I recall, painfully effective.
A friend who lives in the Richmond (East Bay) hills once witnessed, as she went about her afternoon walk, a man leaning out of his house window wearing a Pope's miter-hat (redudant? not sure) and nothing else that she could see to set on fire a running shoe on top of a ladder sitting outside his window on the lawn.
To this day we are still wondering what on earth he was doing.
To this day we are still wondering what on earth he was doing.
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Aimee, are you still here?
