Karrie dodged the airline's 2-bag limit by wearing her ingenious Head-Carry-All(tm). Lloyd  |
When tinfoil hats just aren't good enough. Ken  |
And when you get to Dorkiano Octavo, you get a green cape. Ken  |
I am not wearing this hat in public...I am not wearing this hat in public...I am not wearing this hat in public... rudy  |
Yet another reason why population control wasn't that big of an issue during the late middle ages. mancat  |
heh. Call that hat a costume? You don't even have a cape. Bitch. Weasel  |
The wall behind them is not the only thing a few bricks short of a fortress. rudy  |
I proclaim thee "King Of The Virgins"! Or is it "Queen"? Or... well, the "Virgin" part's right anyway.... Brettt Maverick  |
You thought Furries were bizarre? Just wait until you meet a Froggie. me_tew  |
The bad karma coming from that hat can dissolve bricks? Man, I could use one of those. Zach the Conqueror  |
Years later, witnesses still debated the supposed role of the Drow on the grassy knoll. Bosch  |
Prom night at Hogwart's. Chops-Frozen-Water (salv. Ogdred)  |
It's hard to believe, but Bjork was not the goofiest dresser in high school. AliasN  |
The Bible never mentioned the Antichrist and the False Prophet being twelve-year-old girls at an anime convention, did it? Bosch, going for the save on Vanmartin's  |
Zelda. I'm in a fucking Zelda parade. I am so quitting this fucking Electronics Boutique job as soon as I'm old enough to start stripping. SlappyJack  |
They had put up with her fits of jealousy, her crush on her boss and her unreasonable refusal to work with Michael Jackson. But all it took was one Playboy interview... and Tinkerbell was soon down at the Magic Welfare office collecting her Pixie Cheque. Nyder (salv. A. Yutz)  |
You know you're a loser when your scene is cut from a Ren Faire documentary. William Wayne Webb  |
I swear it brings out your eyes, honey. *snicker* William Wayne Webb  |
... and to protect yourself from flying, metal sperm, don't forget to wear your dorky green hat. Riff  |
June 1, 2011: The Rave generation learns that ecstacy really did have long-term side-effects. Torc.  |
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"...From Dayton, Miss Eggplant...From Ackron, Miss Radish..." Torc.  |
You laugh now. But when her elite guard is parading a dozen shackled humans in front of the white house, we'll see who looks silly. Bosch  |
"That's certainly the last time we use Blind Boy Willie's Chicken & Costumes for our school play, I tell you what." dALY  |
Launching such a devestating attack of unmerciless fury that the building was barely left standing, the kids of PS 148 learned not to fuck with the new kids ever again. dALY  |
There's a fine line between children's theatre and hazing. anon  |
Keebler employees on lunch break. TCinPhilly  |
Thursday, May 29, 2003: The day the Fashion Police were granted "shoot-to-kill" authority. me_tew  |
Psychic Fern and her sister, Psychic Zoe. Nyder (not a hope).  |
Shit, Linda muttered. No matter how fucked-up my accessories are, there's always someoneat school wearing the same thing. vespa  |
In Yelverton, Mississippi, gangs didn't come any tougher than the Fifth Street Mint Fairies. BAR-1  |