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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Pearoast Attack of the Clones.I went to my drama-student sister's 21st birthday party as Boba Fett, with a very expensive helmet and blasters pilfered from my son's toybox. Thing was, I couldn't get a sitter so I drove myself down (helmet on the whole way) and couldn't drink because I'd to drive back. For a laughI avoided my family and everyone wondered who the mystery guest was. I stayed for an hour, drove myself home and sent my hubby down half an hour later in the same costume... He's a good foot taller then me. And doesn't drink. And doesn't like people. So he left after half an hour. I got back into the costume, went back down and when I finally said hello to the folks, they mentioned that there were two other Boba Fetts there that night, what an embarrassment.
(, Tue 30 Oct 2012, 23:43, 1 reply)
'a very expensive helmet and blasters pilfered from my son's toybox' is possibly the most unpleasant euphemism I have ever heard.
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Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 31 Oct 2012, 14:15,
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