Blame Pisser

You asked for it, Pisser!


The Crab Hat: the original stoOpid felt hat from Busch Gardens.


The Bat Hat: Beth wouldn't walk next to me because I had no concept of my wingspan and kept smacking her in the face with the hat.


The Flamingo Hat made its debut in the passenger seat of Beth's convertible on an ASS-COLD night on the way home from Busch Gardens in front of a bus full of tourists.


The Squid Hat (a.k.a. Octopus Hat): the newest addition to my collection, and perhaps the most heinous.

You know, now that I think about it, I'm starting to understand why my friends may be avoiding me...