"One word about 'furry balls in my mouth' and you'll regret it buster."
Earl and his cape were inseparable. No, seriously; he had it stitched into his skin.
"Get off me land ya hippies!"
Rainbows and bubbles and afros, oh my.
You can never have too much ammo.
"Come to daddy my French queen."
"Damnit. I think I'm going to have a heart attack. That's the last time I suck on the udder of a whole milk cow. It's 2% for me from here on out!"
This mobile pelvic exam booth wasn't working out like Seymour had hoped. If only he were a breast man...
The hardest working brushes of the afternoon.
Kid: Come back here! The Kid Baron leaves no survivors!
Knowing that her mask had big luscious lips, and that her eyes were behind the mouth, Helen really hoped no one tried to french her costume again.
"Draw something nice, she says. Don't make it involve torturing your little sister, she says. Don't draw a pentagram, opening a portal to the hellmouth she says. Bah. I bet Picasso didn't have to put up with this shit!"
"I just bought this skirt! Now it's covered in....oh wait. Nevermind, this totally works."
Seldom considered perk of being a dragon - no unsightly nose hair.
