Last year, Anne and I went to a Halloween party as a pimp and his ‘ho.
We had an awful lot of fun putting the costumes together, because while it is hard out there for a pimp, as long as your pimp hand is strong, and you can recite Antonio Fargas’ poem from I’m Gonna Git You, Suka, it’s pretty hard to lose.
Here’s me, reminding everyone that my bitch better have my money. Not half, not some, but all my cash:
This year, we went to the same party, as the same characters . . . who had become zombies. Here’s me, reminding everyone that my bitch better have my brains. Not a cerebellum, not a stem, but all my brains:
All night long, Anne and I kept singing RE: Your Brains, which was tremendously amusing to both of us. We only paused for a moment, when we won the costume contest award for Best Couple’s Costume. Our prize? Wristwatch walkie talkies. Yes, it is the best prize, ever.