Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I'm pretty sure every single kid in existence (at least the ones born before 1985) has worn a Ben Cooper costume at least once in their youth. I can remember like it was yesterday. A garishly printed glorified plastic bag and a mask with a mouth slit too small for anything to go through (including air) but you just couldn't help tonguing it (it was maddening!) Said tonguing resulted in cuts no band aid could fix. Ah, the memories.
9 times out of 10 the teeny white string holding the mask in place broke before you were finished trick or treating but who gives a fuck, you looked bitchin man.
I'll tell you what, I would rather wear a Ben Cooper costume for an eternity of Halloweens than see one more sexy nurse/kitten/devil or IRS worker.