It’s one thing to get a band tattoo. It’s quite another to appropriate as your own makeshift family crest.
In a sea of pirate flags and inflatable chicks, it’s a welcome relief to see a crazy ass feather boa contraption that screams “Hey Gurl!”
You guys see this too? Damn. Because I swore I saw a six-foot Whoopee cushion hanging out with a Mexican wrestler. On the Sabbath no less. — Craig Hlavaty
This article appears in Sep 25 – Oct 1, 2008.