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Today's Gangbang challenge of the day: How much money would I have to pay Raza Syed to get him to go and see
this film? I'm guessing he'll do it for no less than $37. It might be worth it, if we all pool our funds.
I can't believe Sean Penn is on
Friends. And after he pissed on Nic Cage for doing popcorn flicks, no less. ("You're blurry, but you still look like Ursula -- you're
Blur-sula!" That's -- not -- great writing.)
so I went to vote and out of the dozens of people I saw, everyone there was either a) very clearly a senior citizen b) my astronomy professor with his six-month-old baby or c) me.
no wonder this place is so god damn conservative.
My Halloween was pretty lo-fi. I worked the front door of our house with my sister for a while, passing out Kit-Kats and Skittles to the kiddies and the occassional teenager from my neighborhood. Then I went out egging for two hours, per usual. Later that evening, I ended up at Sam Diego's with friends, where we found ourselves drinking Red Bull and Vodka in street clothes amidst a flashy costume dance party. The best costumes there had to belong to the group of Muppets: Animal, Kermit, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker. The Beaker costume was non-stop hilarious. The guy's face hid behind the large flap that is Beaker's mouth. At one point I found him tangled up in decorative cotton spider-webbing, exclaiming "meep meep meep" over and over in frustration. Beaker won a snowboard for his costume. That was the highlight of my Halloween.
My favorite personal costume of all time has to be third or fourth grade when I dressed up as a piece of cheese. I took a large cardboard box, covered it in yellow tack paper, and Sharpied on some large holes, Swiss-style. I wore a yellow rain hat to match. My brother dressed up in a fancy mouse costume my mother made, and at each house he would pretend to gnaw on me. The costume was great, but the box came down below my knees; everything was fine until I fell down in front of Tim Urdi's house and couldn't get up without help. I spilled some of my candy, too.
Improvising on short notice(as I spent the first half of the week in exam-induced limbo), my roomie and I ended up going as
Kris Kross. I was the illustrious
Kross. It went pretty well, considering that we looked nothing like them, except of course for the backwards clothing and large pants.