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Sunday, October 23, 2005
Party City Halloween Store
I was doing some Halloween costume shopping today and was caught off guard when I spotted my good friend Greg's picture on one of their fine products:
Greg needed some extra money this summer so he posed for a costume company where his bandmate worked. But I never expected to see his bloody-toothed mug scowling at me from a plastic package in a Halloween superstore in the suburbs.
I just wish I'd found the package with the photo of him dressed as a 1970s pimp.
Greg needed some extra money this summer so he posed for a costume company where his bandmate worked. But I never expected to see his bloody-toothed mug scowling at me from a plastic package in a Halloween superstore in the suburbs.
I just wish I'd found the package with the photo of him dressed as a 1970s pimp.
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