As of 4pm today, I've chosen my Halloween costume. Actually, I didn't come up with it, so I guess I should say that I went along with the idea given to me. A few of my friends wanted me to come with them to the bars tonight, but I said I didn't really have a costume and that I wasn't going to spend an obscene amount of money on one. A few hours later, my friend called me and told me, "I have the best idea for your costume....a slutty ski instructor!" Perrrrrrfect. I looked in my closet and was convinced that I could pull this off. I'm going to wear my Uggs, a black mini skirt, a thermal long-sleeved tshirt and a insulated vest...as well as sunglasses that look similar to goggles, a hat that looks like it came straight from Mikhail Gorbachev's private selection, and a badge that says "sex (with a line through it to signify the mistake) ski instructor. My pick up line for hte night will be something along the lines of "Yeah, I'm a ski instructor...do you want me to show you how to work that pole?" As I become more drunk, it might change. Something closer to, "Hey. I..Wow you're cute.....umm, wanna fuck?" There may or may not be a crotch grab along with that.
One of my best friends here at school just broke up with her boyfriend of a few years and wants to get obscenely drunk, so I promised her that we'd get so drunk that we'd forget our cup sizes tonight. I'm really just being a good friend...
Friday, October 31, 2008
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Slutty ski instructor.
Slutty ski instructor.
WHAT THE FUCK?
That's....interesting.
OOOH. Slutty lion tamer.
Wait, today is the first. You should still be recovering from your night. Have a good day.
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