Anyway, speaking of outfits, it’s almost Halloween. I’m going as a bat. A promiscuous bat. Just kidding, I’m going as a regular, homely, non-sexy bat. I wouldn’t know sexy if it danced naked in front of me covered in oil.

In any case, watching me trying to be sexy is like watching a giraffe give birth. The intended audience becomes awkward, uncomfortable, and occasionally covered in blood. So I stick to wholesome costumes. Last year I went as an aborted fetus.
Halloween for your average moderately sexy college co-ed is an entirely different story. The front windows of stores are already filled with scandalous outfits for the seasonal whore. All of the pictures for the costumes are just boobs, supermodel legs, and the word “Sexy” in the title. There’s “Sexy Waitress”, “Sexy Nurse”, “Sexy Sexretary”, and “Sexy Pirate” - the last for you non-traditional jobholders out there. I saw a “Sexy Alice in Wonderland” outfit yesterday.
Before we get into all of the “I’d like to go down your rabbit hole” jokes, I’d like to remind you that ALICE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD.

(Picture courtesy of Humbert Humbert)
Congratulations Halloween, you’re officially a contender in the Terrible Corporate Holiday Competition. Christmas, you best watch yo’ back!
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