Oh the “Hora”! Oh the “Hora”!

The eyes, the hair, it all seems to follow me around the room and the rest of the house. ––Christopher

Do not taunt the turtleneck.

This guy looks like he needs a whole bottle of Lunesta.

Lunesta––isn’t that the oil that causes anal leakage?

No, that’s Olestra.

Ahhh, those were the days!

Everytime he gets a hair cut, another Brillo pad is born.

Less Windex, please.

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of Randy Pevler…

…after his mom locked him out of the house for practicing too loudly in the garage!

Stalker alert!

Mulleted peeping toms—another reason why I’m a big supporter of the local Neighborhood Watch.

People’s Park in Berkeley just keeps pumping out the quality jams these days.

Last free exit? I’d rather pay the toll for the bridge.

Why pay the toll? He LIVES under the bridge!

Between a rock and a soft place?

More like between a rock and a meth lab.

How many polar bears died to bring us this jacket?

Poor polar bears. Poor Latin America. Poor world.

Three minutes seemed like an eternity. An eternity in a dirty wind tunnel with a dirty Latin man.

His hair is well-embalmed by Mexican Crisco.

Yeah, just stay away from open flames.

..now that was the video I wanted to see!

Ayuda me! No bueno! Ayuda me!