079 – Box Office Mojo
Chapter: 06 - Epic Struggle
I won’t go to a costume party now and so shall it remain. Unless I’m dragged to one by a significant woman or a future former friend.
Then I’ll probably do that thing where I wear regular clothes and claim to be playing along. No, seriously, I’m a pizza guy. No, seriously, I’m my own ghost.
If forced to put in some effort, though, I think I can be anyone if I show up in a suit.
President Obama. Frank Underwood. Agent Smith from the Matrix. Buddy Holly. Slender Man. Charlie from Charlie’s Angels. Creepy funeral director. Creepy funeral director’s corpse. I’d have it all covered.
This is all hypothetical, of course. I’m never going to a costume party. The dirty shame from that mascot orgy is still alive and moaning.
My, isn’t he just so very pleased with that costume! I hope his fall is graceful.
Curiously, I just had a dream in which I was going to a costume party in evening dress (a/k/a white tie and tails), with a big cigar as a prop.
Easy costume idea – make a sling over your shoulder, and attach 1) a bottle of thyme, 2) a copy of Time magazine, and 3) a watch. You are now a Rolling Stones song.
I’m already Brown Sugar in a t-shirt and jeans.