In the grand tradition of Whorrloween, Rihanna and Lady Gaga opted for The Sexy Version when they squeezed the few body parts they decided to cover into their costumes this year. You know, the uber-popular for 2012 weed costume that, ugh, so embarrassing, like everyone else was wearing at your neighborhood block party. Though, I have to say that I looked way better as cannabis than that eight-year-old from two doors down.
I’m sorry but, honestly, what in your right mind would possess you to be the SEXY VERSION of weed in the first place?! I’ve seen plenty of weed or weed-inspired (literally, not in a “this is obviously the result of my crafting skillz on teh reefer” sort of way…but yes…those too) get-ups in my days of Halloween. All of them were goofy, ridiculous, hot-boxed versions of fatty blunts and oodles of Rasta hats and Bob Marley tees, never Oops! There Go My Boobs ALL UP IN YOUR EYEBALLS! ::laser beams in Gaga‘s direction::
That one-eyed, purple people eater got a little glitter on his arm…someone gonna get that? Mickey?
Sure, I bet Snoop is proud that the girls are doing their part to really get the weed-boners raging all across the globe. And that’s a tall order…I hear…from, uh, a friend. Jeff Spicoli on the other hand, he’s probably giggling uncontrollably and asking for a tube of Pringles, a can of Cheez Whiz and a dozen Jack in the Box tacos when people shove one of these photos in front of his face for his opinion on the matter. I mean…do you blame him?
Aw, Rihanna went as mother natu…oh no. No she did not. At all.
The one great take-away for women is the door these two have opened, nay the permission they’ve given all of us looking to be less inhibited in our costume creativity. I can finally go as a sexy crack rock next year. Dave Chappelle will be so proud.
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