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V is for Vaughan. And for Viking. Now with battle axes!2 comments to V is for Vaughan. And for Viking. Now with battle axes! |
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V is for Vaughan. And for Viking. Now with battle axes!
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Halloween is Teresa’s birthday, which she spent, that year, making those outfits, helmets, shields, weapons and a fucking viking ship out of cardboard and sheer awesomeness. This picture was on our way up front for the costume contest, which was hosted by our close ex-friend & lead guitarist/asshole of a formerly-loved, now high-jacked, band that included your dad. Our only competition was some guy with an overcoat and a big fake dick that he made out of a pantyhose leg. Audience reaction was –supposed to– determine the winner, and the audience was clearly cheering on our hoard. However, I suppose, due to the formerly-mentioned asshole emceeing the contest and his obvious love of dick, he announced the winner to be the pervert, which nearly brought about a straight-on ass-pillage all around. After all that work, on her birthday, with such great costumes, he gave the $100 prize to some guy with an extra pair of pantyhose laying around the house & too much time on his hands. The Vikings triumphed, however, when Teresa, letting out her best Brunhilde yawp, walked up to the pervert, threw open his overcoat, snatched that fake dick right off him, threw it in the floor and stomped it with her fake Viking boot. That night, we sailed away without the riches, but with our dignity, as much as a person can have dressed like that, in tact.
And oh it is stories and comments and writing styles like these that make me realize how thickly our blood runs and how much I love my family. I would never let a man with a pantyhose dick stand between us.
Excuse me readers, my uncle and I need a moment.