I wouldn't have the first idea of how to come dressed as a song. ...
Ten Green Bottles.
I wouldn't have the first idea of how to come dressed as a song. ...
Ten Green Bottles.
Carry them, and by the time you were down to 4 or 5 green bottles, you wouldn't care much that your fancy dress was diminishing.How would you do that?
If you can't find 10 empty green bottles, or pin cutouts of them over your usual clothes, I pity you.How would you do that?
Surely that's the best place to do it? It's ace fun!Oh god, there's a special place in hell for bastards dedicated enough to take a bloody costume to a fucking festival
Come with ten bottles of booze and drink them allHow would you do that?
I think its the sixth circleOh god, there's a special place in hell for bastards dedicated enough to take a bloody costume to a fucking festival
Costs money innit. Money that would be better spent on beer.
I used to hate it until about 7 years ago when I realised I was just being a too introverted/not a joiner/missing out on good times. Now I join in and have much more fun.
This thread needs pics
eh? that seems an absurdly sexist comment to meThis picture sums up why I dislike fancy dress. Men who make the effort to dress up look ridiculous compared the the women.
Ten Green Bottles.
I like the *idea* of fancy dress but despite spending lots of time and money trying to sort out a costume have never actually made it out of the front door. I want to look and feel happy to go a party, so far fancy dress has always had the opposite effect.
I can see how fancy dress is too much for some guests, but its your big party and you should have what you want. Maybe allow a get out clause on the invite, no costume but must ware a hat or mask perhaps. And a boozy prize for the best outfit to help encourage the hardcore dresser uppers.