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My boyfriend and I are going to a party hosted by the friend with the sickest sense of humor ever, and we're going to win his costume contest. The first prize goes to the girl with the most creative skank outfit, and to the guy with the most offensive costume.
The first prize is a box of Franzia, so I seriously need to win.
I'm going to be a kittykat prostitute. I stole the idea from an SNL skit about five years ago. If cat society had girl cats that sold themselves for money, that's what I'm going to be.
My boyfriend is going as Steve Irwin (complete with stuffed stingray attached to the safari shirt), but before you all get too horrified, at least he's not going as September 11.
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