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Post by Mr. Atari on Oct 31, 2010 23:06:42 GMT -5
Here's how it turned out. Save the clocktower!
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Post by angilasman on Oct 31, 2010 23:41:50 GMT -5
Ended up finding a hockey mask... sooo, Jason... except with a brown trenchcoat, so, like, Jason from an alternate universe where he's a private detective.
With a group of cousins and friends, roaming the neighborhood with the trick-or-treating smaller cousins and siblings of friends and whathaveyou. One of my fellow 20-somethings had a banana costime which he passed around among those too old for t-or-t and we played a little game: put on the banana and trick-or-treat one house. The oldest trick-or-treater was over 50. Eventually it got to me and Banana-Jason was born. I staggered around, zombie like, scaring high school aged girl treaters (much to the delight of their boyfriends). I went up to people's houses and told them I was running for State Senate. I got some candy too.
I am 22 years old.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Nov 1, 2010 1:24:25 GMT -5
Never too old for tricks and treats.
Now I can't stop thinking about Jason running a Sam Spade-ish detective agency.
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Post by (busdrivertohell) on Nov 1, 2010 1:56:23 GMT -5
Sucked it up, broke out the tight black pants, the heels, the purple tank top, the purple nail polish, the black and purple arm warmers, the black tight pleather jacket, wore (gasp) makeup, and dyed my light streaks dark purple, put the hair up in a big ol braid, and put on the pimp sunglasses, and went as a tough broad. Which I guess wasn't entirely fantasy because I kept yelling at people who were speeding down the road to "SLOW DOWN, SCHMUCK".
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Post by Frameous on Nov 1, 2010 2:30:55 GMT -5
I put on a costume of booze and went as 'Pick-a-fight-and-hurt-your-loved-ones'.
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Post by Ratso on Nov 1, 2010 3:20:52 GMT -5
Here's how it turned out. Save the clocktower! That costume turned out really well. If I never read the first page and just came across this picture I would know who you are. Ended up finding a hockey mask... sooo, Jason... except with a brown trenchcoat, so, like, Jason from an alternate universe where he's a private detective. With a group of cousins and friends, roaming the neighborhood with the trick-or-treating smaller cousins and siblings of friends and whathaveyou. One of my fellow 20-somethings had a banana costime which he passed around among those too old for t-or-t and we played a little game: put on the banana and trick-or-treat one house. The oldest trick-or-treater was over 50. Eventually it got to me and Banana-Jason was born. I staggered around, zombie like, scaring high school aged girl treaters (much to the delight of their boyfriends). I went up to people's houses and told them I was running for State Senate. I got some candy too. I am 22 years old. You win the best post of the night award. If you have a picture of private detective Jason please post it. I should post some Halloween pictures as well, I went as Spider-Priest. Pretty much an alternate universe where Spiderman became a priest.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Nov 1, 2010 3:38:16 GMT -5
So this one time, Spider-Priest and Detective Jason walk into a bar...
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Nov 1, 2010 9:41:31 GMT -5
Damn, I'm pretty. Just realized that I forgot the utility belt, though. A woman isn't fully dressed without accessories. And I love the Marty, Mr. A. That's definitely a costume that deserved a handshake for unique, classy, and well-done.
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