Costumes?
nahhh. unfortunately, the military/government frowns upon having fun at work.
I'm dressing up as 31 year old 6 foot 210lb caucasion male experiencing pre-mid-life-crisis working for a multi-billion dollar defense corporation.
I'm dressing up as 31 year old 6 foot 210lb caucasion male experiencing pre-mid-life-crisis working for a multi-billion dollar defense corporation.
I'm dressed as Steve McQueen, but that's apparently standard issue for me according to my work buddies. My company frowns upon Capt. Morgan making an appearance and passing out rum to everybody.
Billy Bob teeth and a battery powered hand with moving fingers sticking out of my gym bag tickling women's asses this AM. Trick-or-treaters will get the same thing tonight. When they stick their grubby little paws into the shopping bag of candy they'll get the hand. Scares the hell out of them.








