After work yesterday, still in need of several pieces of my costume, I popped into one of the many Ricky’s Halloween stores that seem to have sprouted overnight all over the city like mushrooms after a particularly slutty rain. I didn’t find everything I needed there, but I did discover a wonderful plenitude of euphemisms designed to get around those pesky “you can’t use that name unless you pay me for it” laws. They’ve got Donald Trump, Mr. T, Lady Gaga…not even the recently departed Amy Winehouse is safe from plagiarism. Those costume companies sure have got some chutzpah.[ITPGallery]