OK, OK, we’ve all been there or we know someone who has, or wish it on our worst enemies.. Yeap the bad costume syndrome is truly a marvel to behold.

I think you can approach this particular abomination from two sides. The first usually involves a well wishing parent thinking that their pumpkin would look nice dressed as roadkill or intestines or something equally as appealing to the eye. Or at least that’s the impression everybody else gets when their particular creation is unleashed upon the world.

The second side is the mentality of somebody who would actually dress themselves up in something that would instantly lower their social status to just ever so slightly below the common ear infection. The kids can’t voice their distaste without an ungrateful stare being cast back in their direction, so we can’t blame them. However, the adults who went out and bought their own personal freak magnet can and should realise when a mistake has been made!

I don’t understand how the majority of people can stare and wonder why such a creation exists or what possessed that person/company to make it, only on the other hand to find the person wearing it that seems to be from another planet not understanding why everybody else is laughing at them!

I mean, the guy to the left has probably spent an absolutely obscene amount of time with polystyrene, paint, original art and countless hours on the internet crafting his costume into something to be proud of, only at the end to make himself look like a complete and utter dick. I mean, would you let this guy in your house? I mean really??? Check out the guy’s website though, because it really is something special in the world of distasteful crap. 100% for skill with polystyrene, 0% for style or cudos. I think the sad thing is that he’s quite proud of his abominations. [www.marksprojects.com]

And last but not least is a website that specialises in what can only be described as “things that make you go aaaagggghhhh.” And sell them at a premium. When I saw the picture to the right, I actually thought I was on the set of the Wizard of Oz with a real monkey (with attitude) about to turn my magical butt into banana juice. Thankfully on closer inspection it is a simple matter of a social retard trying his best to look like a man trying to crap a tree out of his ass. Thankfully if you follow the link, you can find a fine selection of Wizard of Oz costumes that I’m sure countless numbers of insane asylm escapees have used to scare off potential friends with.

As you can tell, I have concentrated mainly on the adults in this blog because I think they are the ones to blame in this matter. They can not be trusted. They can not be allowed to continue. They must be stopped. I mean, would you give monkey man the key to your house?