Hmmmm … … reckon any of the DopeFellas are magickly babe-alicious? (licking lips)
grins revealing the fangs again I think so… I wouldn’t mind nibbling on matt_mcl but of course he’s out of my running…
I’m dressed as a punk cheerleader with my skirt taped up to a rather inappropriate level and rude team name on my sweater. I’m on my 6th Madras already, and I’m just getting started. *starts shamelessly (and drunkenly) flirting with any and all straight male Dopers.
:The door slowly swings open, hinges purposefully creaking to add atmosphere to what is supposed to be a creepy night. A draft of chilly air slinks through the house, caressing those it passes with an invisible hand. Spines tingle. Goosebumps erupt on the skin. From out of the gloom beyond the door steps a young woman dressed in the most terrifying costume imaginable. The mind boggles at the concept. Can it really be? How could she even think of outfitting herself in such a manner? Why, it’s shameless. It’s horrifying. It’s a…
butterfly costume. A black outfit with iridescent green and blue wings. Long dark brown hair is braided into pigtails high up on either side of her head to act as her antennae. She steps inside and pushes the door closed behind herself. A sweet smile graces her visage as she murmurs to herself, “No one ever suspects the butterfly.”
After glancing around and realizing she doesn’t know anyone here, she makes her way into the living room.:
You had me scared there for a minute! I thought you were going to be an IRS agent!
Not a bad idea. I wish I had thought about it. 
But I was going for humor, not stomach-churning, sweat-inducing, nerve-wracking, heart-palpitating terror.
Lets dance people!!! Where’s your music!!
Any requests?
“Whisky in the Jar!” It goes with my outfit.
heh, I don’t need a costume! 
I’ll be in godknows what room, extremely drunk and telling mortuary stories… average day really…
I will be dress in an all black suit whit a black hat and black gloves. I’ll be in the library looking for two smally boys. I’ll have images of the boys tattooed on the palms of my hands.
I am Mr. Dark, of Cougar and Dark’s traveling Circus.
Hey!! I’m the one with the death ray right between the cheeks of my ass…you want some? death ray I mean not my ass