The Masquerade

[Becks]

What? No sexy nuns?

SC: “I’m charged with robbery but there isn’t really any evidence against me.”
<snip>
SC: “Except for the witnesses.”

For some reason, this made me laugh.

I'm losing it, aren't I?

[NateTheChops]

What? No sexy nuns?
?

I read that as sexy "runs", in light of the case of food poisoning. So glad I took a second glance.

[Eisa]

I did see a sexy nun. It was a guy. Actually, his costume was quite awesome. As was the guy who cross-dressed as slutty Britney Spears. It's not fair that he looks better in it and walks better in high heels than most girls.

I was a cat-girl. I was...strangely..not slutty.

Sorry you got sick.

I'm amazed your eyeballs aren't bleeding.

[chainedbarista]

mighty gk extolls:

Dear lord those are on so tight you can count the hairs.

excuse me, i must now go obliterate my mind's eye...and my mind.

do not, under any circumstances, mind meld with marge; you will not survive the process.

[Polenicus]

For The Ladies

Hello, ladies!

Look at your CSR. Now back to me. Now back to your CSR. Now back to ME.

Sadly, he isn't me.

But, he could hate pink camo like me, if his call center switched to a line of business that sells things to people in the far frozen north.

Look down. Back up again. Where are you? You're on a Skytrain with the man your CSR could rage like.

What's that in your hand? Back to me. I have it. It's Uncle Vick with two sequentially numbered tickets to that lottery you'll never win. Now the tickets are a lawyer on retainer! Anything is possible when your CSR sells pink camo undergarments to arctic hippos instead of having hope! I'm on a bus.

[AriRashkae]

Sadly, I read this in his voice.

[Andara Bledin]

I must also raise the official count of how many other CSers I have met to 1. Now that a rate has been established, I can confidently say I will get around to meeting all the regulars by the time I hit my 80s. Please try not to die before me.

I will assure you that if I have to become a zombie, I will stick around long enough to meet you in person. However, I will not hold it against you, should you do the natural thing at that point. *nod*

Thanks to you, I have come to the conclusion that body paint has committed more crimes against humanity than anyone or thing in history.

More even than spandex?

Bad: Dressing your short male friend up as a little boy so you may drag him around Granville and grope him. Worse: Asking the guy dressed as a doctor at the corner if he can write you a prescription.

Wow. That tops me getting to watch a tall and heavyset and drunk Little Miss Muffet groping all over a tiny mouse girl all evening at the concert I attended.

And there was nothing sexy about it, either. Most of the time Miss M looked like she was about to get into a screaming match with anyone who might dare to look at her funny. The other girl she kept trying to molest wasn't in costume and was a good deal shorter, although I suspect not much lighter. She also appeared to be hoping that Miss M would stop bothering her and let her watch the show, but I can't be certain on that one.

I was looking forward all week to the costume roundup. Surprised there weren't any customes from the Slut Animal Kingdom this year.

I suspect a large portion of that particular set showed up to the concert I attended on Saturday.

What? No sexy nuns?

We had one of those, too. Forgot to mention it in the costume roundup post, though.

^-.-^

[Muses_nightmare]

This makes me glad that I was horribly ill for Halloween. Chilling out on the couch watching Smallville and the Walking Dead seems far less scarring mentally.

I'm still disappointed that I never got to dress up as a customer for any of my retail jobs.

[MoonCat]

You are a shopping bag full of pancake batter and potatoes with a live cat in the middle struggling for freedom. Please don’t.

I'm so glad I read this at home. Only had to explain to one person why I was laughing so hard I cried, instead of explaining it to the whole group at the office.

And Greener Lantern: Oh god. I'm scared now.

Hope you feel better. Food poisoning is so not fun.

[Syriilord]

I’m not sure how I forget, but I do. In fact, I would dearly love to know how I forget

You forget because you must. I surmise that if you didn't forget, your brain would implode from sheer disgust-fueled hatred. It isn't something that can be controlled, it's a built-in safety mechanism that all CSR's have to some degree.

[Wenchie]

Thirdly, stay away from spandex. Please, I’m begging you. There is only a very small select range of people on this earth that can get away with spandex and they are either in movies or have participated in an Olympic event. You are neither of these. You are a shopping bag full of pancake batter and potatoes with a live cat in the middle struggling for freedom. Please don’t.

I saw THAT atrocity at an anime convention this past weekend. Several times. Both male & female.



Need more brain bleach!

[sylvier]

Dear Prudence (Slate Magazine) followed by Gravekeeper - Mondays don't get much better than this!

[fireheart]

Look at your CSR. Now back to me. Now back to your CSR. Now back to ME.

Sadly, he isn't me.

But, he could hate pink camo like me, if his call center switched to a line of business that sells things to people in the far frozen north.

Look down. Back up again. Where are you? You're on a Skytrain with the man your CSR could rage like.

What's that in your hand? Back to me. I have it. It's Uncle Vick with two sequentially numbered tickets to that lottery you'll never win. Now the tickets are a lawyer on retainer! Anything is possible when your CSR sells pink camo undergarments to arctic hippos instead of having hope! I'm on a bus.*beep* car.

I love it!

[superhotelworker]

Grave, I love that you were still on top of your lovely insulting / post game as per usual. I do feel bad you're sick though, want come cocoa?
And a PENIS PLAYING MUSIC! What the HELL?!

[Darkforge]

Look at your CSR. Now back to me. Now back to your CSR. Now back to ME.

Sadly, he isn't me.

But, he could hate pink camo like me, if his call center switched to a line of business that sells things to people in the far frozen north.

Look down. Back up again. Where are you? You're on a Skytrain with the man your CSR could rage like.

What's that in your hand? Back to me. I have it. It's Uncle Vick with two sequentially numbered tickets to that lottery you'll never win. Now the tickets are a lawyer on retainer! Anything is possible when your CSR sells pink camo undergarments to arctic hippos instead of having hope! I'm on a bus.

You win teh internets! (or at least a decent portion of these forums) I love the idea that Gravekeeper is the Old Spice Guy of the forums, most of the ladies fancy him, and most of the guys want to be as witty as him.