Halloween 2008: Oak Lawn, Part XIII

Continuing where we left off...
It was easy to spot the McCain supporters in this neighborhood.

No one's going to believe Farmer Brown's tall tale about being anally probed by alien visitors to his field.

Someone reboot me.  I don't have enough RAM to process all the combinatorial puns on the words "blow," "pop," and "cherry."

Doc enjoyed a cold one upon the successful completion of Grandma's species-reassignment surgery.

And yet the dude on the left goes by the online handle "Nightcrawler."

Everyone had to get a shot of the worst Marty McFly costume ever.

The best argument against cloning the McCain camp could muster was a brood of Cindys.

An ambulance was called when the improbable happened and monkeys indeed flew out of someone's butt.

Ready?  Okay, look awkward!

cow-catcher -  [n]  an inclined metal frame at the front of a locomotive to clear the track.

Oh, look.  Ozzy's kids came out for the fun.

During Prohibition, we had girls like this who ensured very little in fact was prohibited.

Just based on the uniforms, I can understand why it would be a difficult choice as to which branch of the military you'd enlist in.

Eureka!  The precise moment when Bono finally found what he's looking for.

It seems everyone can just get along.

That outfit is louder than a Meatloaf concert!

Irony has never been so fucking adorable!

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Oh, like it's his fault her husband didn't just come out in the first place...?

Alexplored 10/25/08.  All images and text copyright 2008 Alexplorer.
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