...half-trenchcoats in Santa Barbara...still funny!
"What the hell are so many people doing out this afternoon? And where did I put my wig?"
Austin Powers poses with the world's smallest Swedish penis pump. Wow, that was an alliteration overload.
The capoeira presentation would have been slightly less impressive if Jared had zipped his fly.
Woman: Hiya! Let's see you grope me during practice without a head!
Grown-up: Good job kids. No one will be beaten today.
She really got the crowd going with a drumbeat version of Funky Cold Medina.
"I fucking hate peacocks. I'm going to kill that grandson of mine."
This man spun a festive shield on his finger like a basketball. Because if he didn't, who would.
The king and his horse never did find that grail. They did find a mighty good pint of lager over at Madison's though. Only 8 pence!
"Yes, I do often grow fabric out of my upper lip. No, you can't touch it."
This woman's costume was covered with exploding caps. Every costume and piece of apparel that she ever made was similarly adorned. It was her way of taunting god to strike her down with lightning. So far, so good.
"Enchilada!"
"Enchilada? That's not what we rehearsed."
