I pulled out the bathrobe, shades, and kept an ever-present White Russian to become The Dude.
Responses were heavily split into two categories: “Ummmmm, okay.” and “Dude! You’re my hero, man!” 
That. Is awesome.
I was the Swedish Chef. The costume store only sold black facial hair, so it didn’t work quite as well as I planned. People were calling me Iron Chef and yelling, “bam!” all night, so I eventually just ditched the moustache and unibrow. One guy thought I was Wendyll, the Cinnamon Toast Crunch guy.
It was a bit disappointing, but what are you gonna do? Bork! Bork! Bork!.
Maddie McCann’s father.
Both me and my business suit were splattered with blood.
I already posted this in another thread, but I’ll post it here too. Me as a Generic Roman Broad. It was a comfortable and easily-laundered costume!
You do realize, of course, that when you click on your link the little thumbnail on the right side looks like a lady prepared to suck an enormous cock.Or at least that what my dirty brain saw.
Whoa, weird. I see what you mean now, but I would never have thought of that. Heh. 