Halloween hijinks

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Here you have Shawn looking quite handsome as a beer bottle and me modeling the latest in asylum-wear. Can you guess what we are?





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  1. RamblingRolandNovember 2, 2007 at 12:33 PM

    Easy to guess. But, I won't spoil it for the others. Your outfit, specially the wig is awesome. There was a popular song, years ago called "They're Coming to Take Me Away". Your outfit reminded me of the song. Check out: http://it.stlawu.edu/~x0tsing/takeaway.htm for the words to the song.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 2, 2007 at 12:52 PM

    Oh my god _ hilarious!! I admit, it took me a few minutes, but I finally got it. I should mention that I'm strung out on Dayquil right now, that's my excuse. I hope youse guys had a fabulous Halloween!!

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  3. Susie FelberNovember 19, 2007 at 9:58 PM

    Shoot... well you guys are hot! But I don't get it... yet. I am so very stupid? Anyway, lurve the costumes.

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  4. bertiNovember 20, 2007 at 9:41 AM

    Hey Susie, glad you (sort of) asked. In an effort to win punniest costume, we were.....ready for this....Beer Nuts!! Among the better guesses we got...Raging Alcoholic and Strange Brew.

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  5. Susie FelberDecember 10, 2007 at 10:59 PM

    BEER NUTS!

    Love it. Thanks. And you look hot as a crazy lady.

    xoxo,
    Susie

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