Guy on left (internal): I've been staring at her underwear for the past four minutes. There's no way I'll be able to pull off this sweep kick without her noticing that something is....different.
Capoeira - sport of exposed stomachs.
Guy: I can't see your belly button. Didn't you read the handbook?
She was only giddy because she's used White-Out instead of non-toxic paint.
About time. This parade was in desperate need of more cowbell.
I had always suspected that Big Bird's dad was a trombone player (they're the most liberal when it comes to inter-species erotica).
Outfit made from 100% recycled wedding dress. After the divorce, someone ought to get some enjoyment out of it.
Pink ... whale ... flowers ... penis ... what?
Dad on right: Just remember kids, if your friends ask, these costumes were made for the parade. You don't wear them around the house whenever your mom demands it.
Unlike the dog parade, this wasn't an animal friendly event.
The ability to drop anchor while standing upright was the captain's greatest asset.
Absolutely no dropping of acid during next year's parade. I have to make a promise to myself.
In an effort to create an "asteroid belt" for her ring, Julia's little brother threw kitty litter at her.
Ruined the moment for everyone.
Her plumage attracted the unwanted attention of a flock of parakeets.