halloween

here are some pics of saturday's halloween fiasco. i will now write captions. sit tight borts.


so i decided to be mexican. i figure...i'm unemployed, this girl cupcake reads my blog, and even she knows i can't score, so i might as well change my dna. and...and...i like burritos, so i went with mexican. this is a pumpkin in honor of my dna makeover.



the side effect of changing your dna is twofold. first of all, you have to hang out with jeff goldblum (which is terrible, believe me) and spend some time in a bizarre orgazmitron (not pictured). secondly, you grow hoagies on your hands and need immediate assistance with deep bronzing solution.


i think it all paid off, because this is mister peanut, and he said i look much better as a "mexie", whatever that means.


i think mister peanut's encouragement was a ruse, because all he wanted was my sweet, sweet can.




we need lumber.


mister peanut felt poorly for acting up. in this picture he is telling me about a dream i was in where i was me, but i wasn't me. i also think he is telling me that in the dream i had wooden teeth. i wasn't listening.


this is me trying to get some sun. i am also explaining to people that when a patient gets difficult, you quone them.



pictured from left to right, mister peanut, a revolutionary piper(?), robert palmer, a Tyrannosaurus Rex.


indiana is trying on his new glow in the dark eyeballs.


oriana is beautiful, but she isn't into hoagies. can't win them all gilhouse. can't win any of them, actually. that's why you wear hoagies on your hands in public and still reek of mayo and fetid lettuce leavins. god i'm hungry.



this is bette midler and her posse of the undead. bette challenges whether quone is a word. rob is singing "just the two of us" while the undead posse are singing, "you and i."


this is one of my hoagies explaining that quone is indeed a word and we need a medical dictionary.


this saturday was also indiana's first birthday. leah made him an amazing cake (thanks leah!)and strangely, robert palmer thinks indy is a baby bird and is trying to barf up some food for him to eat.


happy 1st indy


this is robert, me and leah playing with ray combs (not pictured). we are auditioning for family feud and the question is "name something you take on fishing trip." robert got the number one answer with "a blanket" and leah got the number two answer with a "basket filled with scrumptious potato salad" and the boat in the background got the third best answer with a "dead prostitute." unfortunately, Edward hoagie hands did not get the final answer when he responded with "don knotts." this allowed the frankenstein family to steal the board and win the game of let's pretend pat combs didn't hang himself and let's play with his withered corpse insanity.


i'm thinking of that jaws soundtrack. dun dun...dun dun..dun dun dun dun dun dun HOAGIE! actually, the hoagie is attempting to re-murder ray combs, and pat is saying, "oh my god, it's drowning me in oil and mayo! for the love of god, some one get the lettuce out of my eyes! it's giving me a gooey rash!"


mister peanut: i say, i've lost my eyeballs.
revolutionary piper: quite.
hot martian: quite good.


this is robert palmer revealing his inner soul. blah!