Best. Halloween. Ever. I swear I’m posting this picture because its the best one of my costume. Not because of the boobs. Mostly not because of the boobs. Let’s call it 50/50.
Update: yes, I now own my 19th century tuxedo I rented due entirely to the fact that I ripped the pant leg from the belt to the ankle. Turns out, you shouldn’t break dance in formal attire. If you’re thinking you shouldn’t break dance at all, well then you obviously haven’t hung out with me. BOOMBOOMPOW!
