Eek.

You know, I may give the impression that the costuming world is all fun and games, buying sexy bumblebee costumes and cutting cakes with machetes and whatnot. This is not always the case, however. Some days, you get a very disturbed trannie who comes in and talks to your coworkers about his/her prosthetic vagina and asks about makeup to "make it blend in better", and then shows said thing to your coworkers after taking it off in the bathroom. Sure, the manager then throws that person out, but it sort of throws a kink in one's day to have to deal with such things.

(In case you are wondering--no, I am not making this up. How could I make this up?)

On a happier note, at least for Alice, I recently found a sexy Statue of Liberty costume. God bless America (though there is no word on Studly Uncle Sam)!

Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors won't fix...

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