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Halloween Haute Couture


Hallow's eve is almost upon us. Have you got your costume yet? You don't know who to go as? Well, this is your lucky day. nonamedufus is happy to share with you some ideas for the costume-challenged among you.

Hugh Laurie

Is there a doctor in the House?

Cut your hair with a straight-edged razor, grow a three-day beard, swipe Uncle Gimpy's cane and don a T-shirt that's been sitting in the laundry for several weeks and you too could trick or treat as Dr. House. Who knows, maybe you too could attract a Dr. Cuddy, voted as having the best breasts in television.

Betty White

Women are from Venus, Betty's from Mars Bars

She's on Saturday Night Live, in every second television commercial, situation comedy and feature film this fall. She's everywhere. And now she could be trick or treating down your block. A white fright wig and an able walker are all you need to be the hit of Halloween this year. The popularity of this character's iffy as she may drop dead at any moment.

Justin Bieber

Pop's Canuck mop-top

Entirely up to you. If you're looking forward to having eggs pelted at you, go for it.


Keith Richards

"It's great to be here. It's great to be anywhere."

If you like to mumble, smoke ashes, and pretend you still know how to strum a guitar this costume's for you. An unbuttoned shirt, scarves and a head bandana are all that's required. Carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels while chain-smoking, stumbling down the street and flipping the bird are sure to enhance the impact of this character.

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Asshole of evil.

Cut your hair with a straight-edged razor, grow a three-day beard...wait, didn't we do this one already? Shouting out such phrases as "Death to American infidels" and "I've got a nuclear reactor, nanny, nanny, boo-boo" is sure to separate you from the mere ghosts and goblins on your street. Caution: this costume only performs tricks and receives no treats.

This pumpkin-related post first appeared at The Parody Files.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Keith Richards is by far the SCARIEST rocker ever. He's even scarier than MEATLOAF or GEDDE LEE.

That's pretty darn scary!

(Can't he afford some botox for those drug-grooves etched on his face?)

hee hee
cardiogirl said…
Keith Richards *almost* looks like a wax figure in that picture. I wonder what he would look like after a face lift. I wonder if *anything* could be done with his face.
Ziva said…
You're a genius! Of course I'll go as Ahmadinejad! A straight-edged razor and a three-day beard shouldn't be too hard to find. Now I just have to perfect my "I'm the President of one of those Middle Eastern countries, couldn't care less about human rights, hate Israel and everything it stands for and am fully prepared to level the rest of the world with the ground with all the nuclear weapons I have in my pockets"-act, and I'm golden.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: I don't know how the guy has managed to stay alive this long. For all we know he might be a zombie!
nonamedufus said…
cardiogirl: Oh, don't touch the face. That's the face we've all come to know and... well, come to know.
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: A genius? Pshaw. Um, you sure said a mouth full there. You really are golden. *bows down*
00dozo said…
And for those twins, there's always the Palin/O'Donnell option.
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: That'd be really scary. The bitch and the witch. Ha, ha.
Bitch & Witch... hahahaha! Love it! With my walker, I'm all set to go as Betty White. (And with my luck, I could always fall over dead in the process!)
nonamedufus said…
Boom Boom: I know she's everywhere but I love that Mars Bar commercial where the guy says "C'mom, man, you're playing like Betty White" and she goes "That's not what your girlfriend says". Okay, well I thought it was funny.
Linda Medrano said…
I'm going to be Pam Anderson.
nonamedufus said…
Linda: You're doing a new spread for Playboy? Send pictures!
Anonymous said…
Oh darn it ... I was gonna be Pam Anderson !
nonamedufus said…
Jaffer & Linda: Now girls. Tray and work this out amongst yourselves.

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