Greeting the Four Trashy Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Written by Bwog Staff
Oh what do you know, this Saturday regrettable-costume emporium Ricky’s opened. And just in time for you to buy something special for Halloween. This afternoon, Bwog wandered inside the rabbit hole. Join us, as we try to make sense of this thing.
First of all, upon entering and snapping a few pictures, a Ricky’s employee approached Bwog and told us that it was “against the law of Ricky’s” to take pictures. Camera in pocket, we advanced past the front of the store’s collection of kids costumes and masks and towards the “costumes for playful adults,” as their packaging announced.
The two brands of costumes most represented included the instructively named “Forplay” and the cryptic “Leg Ave.,” which is maybe some sort of trashy underworld euphemism for “skirt.” Who knows.
There was also your typical selection of Unchaste Soccer Player, Sexually Indiscriminate Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, and Wanton Race Car Driver, etc., but there were also some surprising variations on the theme of Thing Which Is Not Usually Suggestive But Is Made To Be. For example, Ricky’s boasted Sexy Ghost Buster and Sexy Corpse Bride costumes.
There are also plenty of the wigs, glittery things, capes, and makeup that you’d come to expect from a Ricky’s, assuming you’ve come to expect anything from a Ricky’s.
Bwog spoke with an employee and asked if business had been booming since Saturday’s opening. “I guess so. I just got here.”