Guess I'm Going To Be The "Old Spice Guy" For Halloween

Didn't need the help of you a-holes out there. I know I put our email address out there for "suggestions" and leave the comment section open for "comments", but yet again I'm left fending for myself. In a case of intense irony, I end up looking like a huge a-hole each and every October 31st. I was Sisqo last year...Sisqo.

This year, I took the initiative. By initiative, I mean I had my friend decide costumes he would be if he were black and tell them to me. Within that pool I selected the funniest, cost-efficient idea and rolled with it. Brainchild of said plan is the Old Spice Guy.

If there were ever a "bingo, bango, bongo" situation out there this was it. Sign, sealed, delivered, it was mine.

Let's be honest, the shit's not going to work. Being nude from the waist up is going to be a problem in these sub-zero Boston temperatures. Plus, I'm undoubtedly going to lose the necessary Old-Spice bottle that keeps me from looking like an absolute D-Bag. Oh well, just the cross I bear I guess.