Toga
Joe's Halloween Party
October
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 Ladies
and Gentlemen, welcome to my underground lair. I have gathered here before
you pictures of the world's deadliest assassins...and yet, each of them has
failed to kill Austin Powers; that makes me angry...and when Dr. Evil gets
angry, Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset...and when Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset,
people...DIE!
Why must I be
surrounded by frikkin' idiots?!?
Roller girl...I
spared your life because I need you help me rid the world of Britain's Top
Secret Agent...the ONLY man who can stop me now...we must kill...Austin
Powers! Ok, ok...I spared you life 'cause I need you to get me laid...I
mean, look at that frikkin' head? Who would screw that?!?
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 Fairy
Girl Steph and her man, the Junior Vampire (you'll understand later...)
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 ...later...Abel,
with his non-fangs, hence the "Junior Vampire" remark, with a REAL
vampiress, the other Stef (with an "f" you'll notice)...she really
does bite, you know...
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 ...closeup
of those frikkin' fangs...dangerous...you could take out an eye with those
things...and you might puncture someone with those fangs...;)
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 Commando
Steve Schwarzeneggar with Commandant Susan... |
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 Maid
Service supplied by Lanie and Shane...
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 Lis
(top right) with some of our new friends (top row, l to r) Jeff, the
"DJ", and Raquel...(bottom row, l to r) the "Dancer" and
Susie, the chain smoker, with not one, but TWO cigarettes in her hand...
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 Lis,
again posing with some of our newly made friends, Raquel (l) and Jess
(r)...Jess, you're supposed to smile when someone's takin' your picture ;)
Lis and Raquel...
...getting to know
each other better...
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 Steph,
the camel-toe fairy, all by her lonesome...it's all about you, isn't
it...??? lol
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 All
the crazy stage dwellers dancing the night away...amongst other things...
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 ...more
crazy party goers...
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 and
even more....crazy people, getting nekkid and stuff...
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 So,
do you prefer Windex or Fantastic on windows...?
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Very
well, where do I begin?
My
father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with
low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My
mother was a fifteen-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed
feet.
My
father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like
he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being
lazy -- the sort of, "general malaise" that only the genius
possess and the insane lament.
My
childhood was typical -- summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring
we'd make meat helmets.
When
I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty
standard, really.
At
the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a
Zorastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There
really is nothing like a shorn scrotum.
It's breathtaking, I suggest you try
it...
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