Wigs are, quite frankly, my favorite part of Halloween. I first indulged in my effort to be a redhead when I went as Magenta from Rocky Horror Picture Showin high school, and subsequently made all the guests at my party that year participate in the Time Warp.
My favorite part of Halloween isn’t that it’s the one time a year I allow myself to eat SweetTarts, or looking on MySpace on Nov. 1 to see everyone has changed their profile picture to them having what we are to believe is the best drunken time ever in their Sexy Judge or Slutty Cupcake costume. No, it’s seeing all the pictures of small dogs dressed up in humiliating costumes that their crazy owners post on the internet!
The best part of Halloween parties, in Dan's opinion at least, was the acceptability of indiscriminate flirting that would be gauche under normal circumstances.The best part of Halloween for me is seeing all of the dead people.
He said the best part of Halloween Haunt is "a victim curled in the fetal position on the ground with me lording over them."
What's the best part of Halloween? When all the trick-or-treaters have finally gone home and I can drink alone, in peace.
Without a doubt, the best part of Halloween is the costume. A shocking number of females use Halloween as an excuse to wear as little as humanly possible while still covering up certain body parts. I'm not complaining, I'm just observing. An equally shocking number of males each year are compelled to wear tight and skimpy women's clothing while still covering up certain body parts. I am complaining.
But honestly, haven't we lost sight of the best part of Halloween? By that I mean:
Okay, back to slutty.
