DragonCon 2011
Welcome! (Konnichiwa…)
Is it just me, or does she look constipated? But I guess, given what she’s wearing, she’d have to be. I'm guessing that this situation is the result of too much cheese... or too little. But rest assured, cheese is involved.
You may not know who this is, but he’s like a Keebler Elf for Oreos.
Superman is taller than I had assumed- wait- Superman is black??!!
Uhura with a Boba Fett mask on her head for some rea- wait- Uhura is white???!!!
Alien chats up a guy at the hotel bar- wait- Alien is gay???!!!
Yeah, easy there tough guy. You’re like 5’-3”. If a super-villain appears, check your utility belt and see if you have a rape whistle or something.
In about 6 weeks, some sex proprietor is going to be thrilled to pick this up for $34 on Ebay.
The doctors are demonstrating the proper technique for giving a prostate exam to a droid.
Guess which one I took to the champagne room!
Trick question! There is no champagne room.
Trick question! There is no champagne room.
(and I didn’t hook up...)
This one… goes out to all the ladies in the house.
And for the men…
Yes, that cheerleader’s shirt says “SITH”. Oh, to be a fly on the wall at their house while they’re sipping coffee, and doing the New York Times Sunday crossword together…
Elvira gets older, and they stay the same age. Yes they do. Actually, that doesn't make sense.
BOOBS!!!
I don’t want to know what is going on in the hotel room that these two are undoubtedly sharing, but one of them casually said that it involves a telephone, hot sauce, and “the anus” (not sure if that is a person like “The Gimp” or a generalization referring, really, to anyone’s anus- the royal, or editorial "anus").
“Illusion is the first of all pleasures.” -Oscar Wilde
Which one of these guys is supposed to be Dan Aykroyd? He owes me a $10 refund for my ticket to Coneheads from 1993.
Abracadabra! And… You are... spontaneously aroused!
A female member of the East German Stasi awaits her double decaf mocha latte.
I couldn’t figure out which superhero this woman was supposed to be so I asked. Apparently, she is “The Concierge”. She fights the forces of evil with Chinese restaurant lunch buffet recommendations.
Aaaahhhh, who gives a shit?
(check out the photo bomber on the right- I hope he herniated a disc)
I swear to God I just took the picture and moved on. I didn’t say anything to them!
What a funny and amusing anecdote, woman in white!
Redirecting the conversation slightly, uh, will you introduce me to your friends?
This one looked like she had covered her body in glue and then sprinted through an LL Bean warehouse waving a pair of machetes. And then dropped acid.
What’s keeping that costume on, you ask?
The collective wills of everyone in the room, I answer.
The collective wills of everyone in the room, I answer.
Hey- didn’t he die of auto-erotic asphyxiation like a year ago?
A Stormtrooper rides the elevator down to the Cabernet Ballroom, where he plans to attend a Death Star-mandated conference on sexual harassment. That’s what you get for cupping your coworker’s buttocks, Stan- even when you’re part of the dark side, there are rules of behavior.
Fin
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