I fucking love Halloween man. I know, the eight pounds of eyeliner didn’t tip you off right? Shut up. It’s the only time of year that you can walk around in fuzzy bear onesies without people assuming it’s an expression of some sexual perversion. I’m childish y’all, not kinky. I just want to get to a place in my life where I can consistently find myself in a kigurumi at in the afternoon without explaining myself.
The only way forward is robots. I need a robot butler to insulate me from the public so I can lounge around shamelessly drinking wine in a full body bear suit.
Speaking of robots, how early is too early to start pretending you’re out in public in a costume because you’re just grocery shopping for a party? Asking for a friend.