Different Stokes: Hey virgins, thanks for nothing

Halloween happened. I stole the idea for the flyer from Andreas' fictional band of the same name. I believe they were previously known as JFKFC. Fictional bands can pretty much change their name (and line up) when ever they want.

Anna took most of these photos. I didn't really take any. I was too busy squirting after birth at people.
As you can see below Tim had the most disturbing costume.
Fitzroy used to have a lot of these fire twirling types hanging around but none of them can afford to live there anymore so they all moved to Thailand.... or cleaned up their act and got fixed gears and decided to try living in a bikesexual relationship. That is probably not true, what would i know.

Fake Evel Knievel

James dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. He asked me to make a Huey Lewis and the News tape cover for him but all I could find was Spewy Lewis and the Booze.

Helen looked out of this world

Jeff ran this epic fishing gear two nights in a row. Didn't catch a thing.

Me and Chris had a mummy's club meeting.
Now to explain my outfit because, like usual, no one really got it.
I was meant to be a pregnant mummy, a mummy to be. I realized the retardness of the whole idea about 2 minutes into the 3 hours that it took me to get into the stupid thing. Along with my baby mummy and some fake, poorly positioned tits, I also had a cask of Banrock Station cab sav in my pregnancy bulge, which was good for squirting at people, a la Gwar, and drinking.

I made fake blood out of jelly and icing sugar this year. It wasn't very authentic but it tasted nice. Last year I learned the hard way that fake blood made of corn syrup looks good but is really sticky and will rip the hair out of your legs, and other sections of trouser anatomy, when you take your pants off. Assuming that you are stupid enough to get it in your pants.