The parade hadn't even started and there were already casualties of war.
Vans, official sponsor of the "Oh my lord, it's December and I'm still finding god damned confetti in my shoe. A pox on whoever came up with this tradition!" parade.
"Damn straight, I be righteous."
Yet still more nutritious than Mt.Dew.
Every 1000th visitor to the SB zoo gets a free child. This one earned its keep by being a lookout.
Subtle.
The girls cowered in fear from the snail man and his questionable (yet curiously multicolored) trail droppings.
Boza the clown was an educational reminder to the children NOT to try jumping from heights with only an umbrella to slow your descent.
We don't ask Uncle Fred what he does on the weekends, and he doesn't tell us.
After several complaints about an 'invisible crotch sniffing dog', Tim the mime was escorted away from the parade route.
"Do not be afraid. I'm covered in glitter. Everyone loves glitter. Who wants hugs?"
"I'm already out of my lamp. So if you rub this, I get a lady genie. So don't you stop."
"First lap dance is free! Oh sonny boy, come over here and I'll tell you about the time I voted for Eisenhower!"
Karl Rove had a troubled childhood.
