"I'm a little drunk. I'm just balancing random things on my head now. Where's that cat?"
"I've killed men with stares just like this. But I'll let you live. There's no way I'm cleaning up that kitchen by myself."
Vince demonstrates an iPhone application so vile, so cruel, so dangerous, that it had to be photoshopped out. The man puts on a bow tie and morals just fly out the window. I've seen it happen a thousand times.
Without his mask, Brian reverts to his earlier costume: filthy priest with a drinking problem.
V for Holy Shit this mask is hot.
Mika would cast a spell to amuse everyone, but she's so comfortable on the couch and oh, would you fetch her a fizzy water? That'd be great.
Golf club/goatee scratcher.
"I AM THE MASTER OF YOU!"
Yeah, still creepy.
Since Vince likes to become his costume, this nation of islam getup might prove problematic. Maybe he wouldn't notice any of the jews.
It's all fun and games until someone gets their Parliament blown up.
If they really were full of chocolate, Sarah was the woman to find out.
Nothing says Juicy Couture like luchadores and tights.
These two sat covered in their bbq tarp, staring at people the whole night. So I captured their souls with my camera. Ha!
