Rainbows and bubbles and afros, oh my.
Clayton was quickly subdued by police for carrying a realistic bubble weapon of mass amusement.
Bobby had fistfuls of paper, and no one worthy of his love.
Earl and his cape were inseparable. No, seriously; he had it stitched into his skin.
Second woman from left: Seriously, seriously. I'm wearing all this pink stuff for my husband tonight. He's always had a secret flamingo fetish. Oh my god, don't tell him I told you that!
The market for white teenage unicycling Michael Jackson/Hanson impersonators just isn't what it used to be.
A single tap from his wand and you'd be fabulous beyond your wildest dreams.
This mobile pelvic exam booth wasn't working out like Seymour had hoped. If only he were a breast man...
"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!"
Why Han Solo, what perky breasts you have.
"Honey, I wish you wouldn't wear that mask during sex. It's like you're not even trying to fake it anymore."
White is the new blond.
It's difficult to pull off the 'angry badass accordion player' look.
"Honk if you're wearing bronzed bull testicles as earrings."
