We'll say this now: when we hold our next party, anyone turning up in a slapdash, store-bought costume will have it ripped from their body, and be lashed about the thighs and hips with a knotted rope.
These are the sorts of terrible, lazy, half-arsed, pseudo-costumes we're talking about.
Also, look at his face. It's saying: "What are you looking at me like that for? As if you didn't know my penis was hidden in the joystick. Lighten up a bit". What an awful, awful man/sex pest.
Also, what's with those ankle disc things? Aren't they just rolls of packaging tape? Blanka! Blanka, my friend - you've got rolls of packaging tape on your ankles!
It doesn't even make sense as a concept: you might as well stuff yourself inside a giant cut-out of Bill Murray's head. "Look - I'm here as Bill Murray... Isn't that enough?".
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