I didn't think the Village People could get any gayer. Once again, the '80's have made a mockery of everything we stand for.
When asked, Dwayne and Dwight's parents said the boys seemed their normal, happy selves that fateful night. But that was before they found the bodies hanging side by side and a suicide note-album filled with depression and upbeat folksy harmonies. 
Pooh-Man, why you so funky?
The Christian Crusaders: attacking our sensibilities with organ riffs and burgundy.
I want to know the story behind "Snake." Who is he and why is he so serious?
"Will you quit already?! Just ...uhhhh...just stop...stop with the water, will you?!! Uh, Dude! I'm trying to tell them how much I love my life and 'stache and you're ruining it with that fucking gardening can! Shit! Who does that anyway?"
...because they wouldn't play Rock Band with me.
And this clearly proves that the Katarist Preacher is more powerful than God. Duh.
This classy lady can even make a beer shit sexy. Stay tuned for her next album: "Back to the Disco" featuring her even sexier "disco fever" pose.
The many facets of Roger (clockwise from top left):Pretty Roger
Business Roger
Gregarious Roger
Suspicious Roger
Misanthropic Roger
Judgmental Roger...boo!
Oh Roger, you complex glitter-bomb. Does anyone really know you?
Something special from Jeff, like a hook in the FACE!
"Our hearts keep singing, but our vision stays below 20/20"
"Oh Tino, mi amorrrrr. Quiero tu sexo hacer en mi amor agujero. Por favorrrrr."
I'll believe it when I see some miraculous stump-jobs.
God should have had you aborted.
Devastatin' Dave, you dig?
The Young Republicans Club -- all grown up and bi-curious.
Nothing kills a good time quicker than a lazy pussy. Buh dum.
Neighbors were alarmed to hear motorcycles revving outside their windowsat 3 AM but soon went back to bed, defeated, after realizing it was those damn Ritchie sisters and their posse of half-naked meatheads, again. 
I genuinely want to buy the Rhythmic Reverend's record. No shit.
10 minutes later, Johnny was arrested for his lame attempt to get young girls to "expose" themselves to him. He was never seen again. This is in memory of his Cajun music and his spicy gumbos.
Booya!
True story: I go to this Kabob place nearby that has THE best kabobs and this Orion dude's face plastered all over the walls (sans child molester mask). I now finally believe he exists-- my version of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
