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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Have a PeaI am a very bad man
'Twas a dark and stormy night, clearing later, occaisional showers of fish and I was bored and slightly drunk. The rain had stopped about an hour ago but it was as dark as the soul of an advertising executive.
I knew that there was supposed to be a beach party that night, hardly anyone I knew but better than sitting in a creaking hut and waiting for nothing to happen. So I got up, grabbed my grandfather's old black sou'wester mac and hat and looking like a refugee from "I know what you did last summer", slipped out the door. I had to walk down past the old Priory, now a hotel and between the clouds and the trees it was blacker than Satan's ballsack. Up ahead was a line of tea candle lamps so I grabbed one and headed down to the beach.
A hundred yards ahead were 30 people round a small campfire tripping their little nuts off so I decided that a prank was in order. Swinging my lantern ahead of me, dragging one leg and moaning like an uncouth zombie I staggered towards the light.
They shat themselves, apparently if your tripping your gourd off a zombie/psycho/ancient mariner type is not who you want impinging on your conciousness. When the screaming died down I was soundly cursed for destroying their peace of mind, disturbing ley lines and generally being an arse. So I told them that I'd only come down to warn them about the poisonous, flesh burrowing sand hoppers and left them to to enjoy a night of tears and frantic scratching.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 20:08, Reply)
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