After half an hour of covering themselves in honey, it should have come as no surprise that an army of killer bees had made their way to the parade from Mexico. The woman in the yellow boa, for one, welcomed her new striped overlords.
Now that's an exclusive cross-section of society.
If it wasn't for the happy dog in a tub of blueberry juice, one might get the impression that this facial was something dirty involving Papa Smurf.
Oppression is a shark wearing a smock. Ok....whatever.
UCSD sent their 'lady liberty' squad to show their support. Their unity would be put in jeopardy, however, when the woman holding the equality box discovers it is filled with thousands in cash.
These youngsters were so busy paying attention to their past, they barely had time to duck the divebombing seagulls.
I just want to make it clear that this man does not, in any sense, represent the rollerblading community and its standards.
8 miles from his convention, this ensign was getting some mighty strange tricorder readings.
"Grrrr!"
An eery silence fell over the crowd as the smooth jazz van passed by; thereby proving that absolutely no one likes smooth jazz.
Pilgrims and gays go way back. Everyone knows about Plymouth's rock hard abs and tight buns.
Gay pets: because they shouldn't be ashamed to lick their partners in public like other dogs do.
Butch got his own car. Butch was an important dog. Butch smelled something funny. Butch had dog food in his nostril. Butch had a snack. Butch happy.
I'm reminded of Real Genius:
Chris Knight: So, if there's anything I can do for you, or, more to the point, to you, you just let me know.
Susan: Can you hammer a six-inch spike through a board with your penis?
Chris: Not right now.
Susan: A girl's gotta have her standards.
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Just change Susan to Simon and you've got it.
