HAPPY HALLOWEEN

I liked the Cheney party idea, so I am gathering some stuff together for that. Unfortunately, most of the people in actual Dick costumes I find so far are courtesy of that nasty "capital-L Left."

Feel free to contribute with picts of Cheneyed selves--that'd be kewl.

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Art Bell - Area 51 Call

http://hypem.com/#/track/944826/Art+Bell+-+Area+51+Call

The Biggest Douchenozzle ?
Well,he's definitely in the running..

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MMRules

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for the Halloween 2006 Katherine Harris & Sammy ! :)

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I figured it would have a hard life and thought maybe a moment of sunshine and fresh smelling flowers would make it's existence worth having. I'm sure a lifetime where the sun don't shine and less favorable aroma will deserve this moment in the sun.

I picked this kitty because it is both Lovable and Huggable.

Being a first generation immigrant, assimilation into this American society has been a challenge, especially in the Bible Belt. In this case, I decode Lovable and Huggable in the Bible Belter's vernacular to mean something you can and are encouraged to abuse in some perverted way.

"Daddy Dick"

I found all kinds. Candy Corns, Baby Ruths, Hot Tamales, Gummy Bears, Spooky Marshmallows, Peanut Butter Cups with the Witches right on the wrappers. All of them pre-hexed.

Thank goodness for Faldwell. Usually, picking out the cursed candies is a real challenge often resulting in hit and miss effectiveness. This year, we were told what was the right way to provide the maximum mayhem with the minimum fuss. The Hot Tamales have pictures of demons right on the damned box!

it's hard work being a Republicant. I didn't know how hard it was. I'll never be able to work a camera with the neoprene gloves and full campaign signs up. I'll go as far as I can for the blog. I startle easily though. Don't come up from behind and go boo.

Now, I need to meditate and prepare for the next teabagging party. So if I could have a moment....

Waving...
Submitted by gloryoski on Sat, 10/31/2009 - 6:33pm.
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Dream date?

Great costume dude ! :)

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Don't you know how to knock Crank?
Submitted by Fernando on Sat, 10/31/2009 - 9:59pm.
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You were right. I was wrong. Your costume IS self explanatory.

You're gonna need some handle extensions to clear the pool drain, though.

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MMRules

When I first read that you had chosen the cat as a crack accessory, I was doubtful. Shows a failure of imagination on my part. You look marvelous! Just goes to show how an eye for detail and some creativity can make an off-the-rack outfit into something very special.

Artemis of Ephesos

big pic of the sculpture
http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythology/ArtemisOfEphesusMuseiCapitoliniM...
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good costume nando

~`ordinary's just not good enough today - olp`~
Jamesbenet

(Submitted by gloryoski on Sat, 10/31/2009 - 5:33pm.)
reminded my of Plopman's suit in 2,976 Vienna Sausages (story starts on page 9 of this PDF).

Excerpt:

Dressed, standing there with the 2,976 Vienna sausages actually encasing his body in their slimy embrace, Plopman found the proximity virtually overwhelming in terms of aroma, and for several minutes he had to fight hard to keep from passing out. Up that close the fumes made his eyes leak and run like a pair of badly cracked eggs.

Once he managed to get his eyes focused, and the flies shooed away, and could see himself in the closet mirror he felt immediately reassured. His suit was everything he had hoped it would be, and more. Massive, streaky pink in color, glistening squamously, it made him look as though he were festooned in all the foreskins a busy hospital might hope to harvest in a year’s time — or like a high priest of the White Worm Cult of Eastern Thrace — or like something huge and blobby grown with steroids in a vat — or . . . Plopman ran out of superlatives at this point, and as he stood there quietly savoring his triumph, Mrs. Dunlap, the mad fretful old landlady, banged on his door with her cane and then rattled the knob. Fortunately, the door was locked; even so, it made Plopman jump; this, in turn, caused his suit to sway to and fro around him, and as it did so, there was a faint but audible squish-squish sound. The mixed feelings engendered in Plopman’s mind by this sound may be well imagined by anyone who has ever cleaned and prepared a tub of eels.

“Mr. Plopman! Mr. Plopman! What smells dead in there? Are you boiling your shorts again?”

of the lack of faithfulness to the original vis a vis lingerie.

But then that's always the problem with Halloween, isn't it?

Or is it, in Texas?

No way I'm putting on fishnet hose around my friends.

Chuck was over and I don't want to see his girlfriends face when he tries to fondle my junk.

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MMRules