There is a small town in the mountains in Colorado that actually celebrates the
day someone's coffin got washed up in a rain storm and slid back into town.
Really. Google it.
up in Alexi
Karen and friends showing up
Traveller's 1960 Superior
Dean from Colorado Springs
Demon, he MIGHT have been wearing a mask, kind of hard to tell
1967 Superior 3-way
This year we decided to do something a bit different. Every year we dress
up in paramilitary SORP uniforms and glare at the crowd and try to hit them
with flames but this year I thought it might be nice to change things up.
I have a longstanding addiction to skill crane/claw machines, the types where
you put in $1 for a chance to win a badly sewn, slightly disfigured plush
animal that you would NEVER pay a buck for but somehow the skill crane makes
you want to win it. I had literally a garbage bag overflowing with animals I
won from skill claw machines and took them to the parade. We would stop teh car
about every 100 feet, I would stand on the wings and huck a badly made beanie
baby at the crowd. They loved it. There must be something highly wrong with
normal people who really, REALLY want a stuffed animal thrown to them by a guy
standing on a hearse in a dress, but whatever.
Throwing another animal
new favorite picture of me, EVER.
This little guy didn't make it, I speared him on a tuning fork and
sacrificed him in the flamethrower. Not sure what the hell the Chinese are
putting in these things but it went up in flames so fast I barely had time to
throw burning pieces at the crowd and mostly had to concern myself with dodging
smoldering plush pieces.
Rob, spearing another one.
far the most badass casket at the race
Who knows what you're getting for Christmas kid, but I know what you're
getting for Halloween...emotionally scarred!