Check out The Good, the Bad and the Ugly of Halloween costumes at Miss Cellania. Be sure to follow the links; there's some amazing stuff there. My favorite was the Retired Hooter Girls. (I'm not going to post the picture here.) I really, really hope those things are fake. Warning: Some of these are best not viewed at work!
One of the few good memories I have with my ex was a Halloween party where we had planned to be Popeye and Olive Oyl. (This sounds pretty tame, until you remember that I'm six-foot-three and scrawny as a rail. So which of us was to be whom?) Alas, we couldn't find the elements of the costumes, so we ended up dressing all in beige and going as pasta. I was spaghetti, she was manicotti. My father (whose build is like mine) did one better years ago, dressing all in brown, walking around in a curly posture, and passing himself off as a pubic hair. I've only heard about that one; I wish I could have seen it.
Finally, it's not a Halloween costume, but the first year we were married, my Lovely and Brilliant Wife and I were invited to a Hawaiian-themed party. This was what we came up with. (Did I mention that besides the usual adjectives, Christina's an awfully good sport?)
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