For the boils and ghouls across the Blogoverse, the illustrious Witching Hour draws closer. As night falls, legions of sugar-addled children will take to the streets in all manner of drugstore costumes with one goal in mind: to purge the streets of health-conscious fare in favour of sweet confections.I cannot begrudge them for their labour.
Of course, the adults take their own spoils from the night as well. I know I am not charting new ground when I say Hallowe'en = sexy times for the older crowd, but the vast array of outfits tailored for the night staggers me. All manner of costume can (and will) be modified for sexiness.
For example:
Sexy Pirates
High adventure, low necklines, ample booty
Sexy Devils
Eternal damnation in hooker boots
Sexy Insects
Darwin never accounted for this evolution
Sexy Beer Gardens
Because beer and lesbians were made for each other
Sexy Asylum Patients
Well, lock me up and throw away the key -- we're getting crazy sexy now
Sexy Graduates
That's "Baccalaureate," b*tch.
Sexy Offensive Stereotypes
Because, really, it speaks for itself.
Sexy Pianos
Nothin' hotter than anthropomorphized musical instruments, ladies.
Sexy Skunks
... And I don't want to joke about the strong, foul-smelling odour...
Sexy Nuns
We could all use some buxom in our blasphemers
Sexy Vader...?
... and we're done.
Happy Hallowe'en, all.
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