Unfortunately we misplaced the linky to this image, but it’s a good ‘un for those who are still looking for the perfect last minute Halloween costume. If one of these guys come knocking at your door tomorrow night, just say, “Here ya go, Bunk! Don’t eat me!” and empty the candy barrel into my rucksack. I’ll silently nod in thanks, and I’ll see to it that your tires aren’t flat on Monday morning.
(For those of you who were expecting The Saturday Matinee, it’s been postponed and will show up tomorrow on All Hallow’s Eve.)
Way beyond the Valley of Cool, and with all the necessary appurtenances in the background. The only real mystery is who they’re going Trick Or Treating as. I want to party with these guys.
Got yer Halloween costume picked out yet? No? Well here’s just the accoutrement for you, an inflatable tam, just like the ones popularized by real Rastafarians. One size fits most, so if you’re a fathead you can’t wear it, and anyone who wears one of these is by default a fathead. Rock steady, mon.
Dang. Lost my boning knife so I had to wing it with a serrated steak knife instead. Grumpkin on the right lost an eye due to that unfortunate handicap, but Ms. Spaulding came out better than expected.
Two freestyle grumpkins in 75 minutes is a decent crank, though.
Can Head by the same guy who did the classic Potato Hunter.
[Found on Plate O'Shrimp... nice new find by our crack team of webminers.]
Easy Dub Allstars’ reggae version of Pink Floyd’s “Us and Them.” Nice riddim… [Tip 'o the Tarboosh to "S&Dman" of Blogmocracy.]
And what is Halloween without Oingo Boingo? Danny Elfman’s band was tight and bizarre at the same time. In 1980 or so, G-off and Bunk sat next to them at Madame Wong’s, buying them rounds and vice versa, without knowing who they were. Great show.
