They hold hands, not because they love one another, but because the third balloon-holder, Louis, lied about his weight to the helium people and they weren't taking any chances.
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.
I just want to make it clear that this man does not, in any sense, represent the rollerblading community and its standards.
Oppression is a shark wearing a smock. Ok....whatever.
This was taken moments before the Kodak lady exposed herself to the crowd; revealing her insides and causing her to turn strange colors, ruining her for life.
The bi-sexual Street Fighter 2 support group had quite a following this year.
{continuation from sign}
...minus that pesky one about child labor laws.
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.
Very urban cowboy.
The queer nation's standard issue pistol.
I have a few questions.
Granny Bob no longer had to cook in the closet. Now she could fry a mean chicken and thwack young men with her cane just like everybody else.
"You want me to wrap a rainbow boa around that? Well, ok, but it'll cost ya extra."
I considered cropping off the E in Walden so that I could make some crack about 'Waldo's Family Service' finding places for foster kids. But I determined that that would be in insensitive thing to say. So, where were we?
