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.
The ability to drop anchor while standing upright was the captain's greatest asset.
Unlike the dog parade, this wasn't an animal friendly event.
Guy: I can't see your belly button. Didn't you read the handbook?
Pink ... whale ... flowers ... penis ... what?
Outfit made from 100% recycled wedding dress. After the divorce, someone ought to get some enjoyment out of it.
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).
Absolutely no dropping of acid during next year's parade. I have to make a promise to myself.
"I'm already out of my lamp. So if you rub this, I get a lady genie. So don't you stop."
Karl Rove had a troubled childhood.
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.
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.
Yet still more nutritious than Mt.Dew.
Boza the clown was an educational reminder to the children NOT to try jumping from heights with only an umbrella to slow your descent.
