MORE COSTUME HUMOR

A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party. He doesn't know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg, so he writes to a costume company to explain his problem. A few days later he receives a parcel with the following note:

Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a pirate's outfit. The spotted handkerchief will cover your bald head and with your wooden leg you will be just right as a pirate.

Very truly yours,

Acme Costume Co.

The man thinks this is terrible because they have just emphasized his wooden leg, so he writes a letter of complaint. A week goes by and he receives another parcel and a note, which says:

Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a monk's habit. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and with your bald head you will really look the part.

Very truly yours,

Acme Costume Co.

Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head, so again he writes the company and another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a small parcel and a note, which reads:

Dear Sir, Please find the enclosed bottle of molasses. Pour the molasses over your bald head, stick your wooden leg up your ass and go as a caramel apple.

Very truly yours,

Acme Costume Co

Comments

Anonymous said…
LOL...hehe...LOL...HAHAHAHA!
Anonymous said…
LOL! Now I like this one!

Kel
Anonymous said…
ROTFLOL - I love that one!!!!!
Anonymous said…
Ooooo. What a great visual.
Anonymous said…
OMG That was too funny. Just shared it with my hubby and we are still laughing! Thanks.
Marti said…
I love sharing laughter with friends, so I am delighted that this has given all of you a chuckle!

it is reading comments that truly makes this such a special experience, because writing without an audience is a pretty lonely task.

Thank you so much for stopping by,and taking the time to leave a note...it means more than I can ever express!
Anonymous said…
LOVE IT!!

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