Of the many, many Ledger-inspired Jokers I encountered over the weekend, Timmy was definitely the most demonic, thanks to a wicked hand-held strobe light and a dead-eyed glare. Ooooooh, scawy!
In a pinch, nothing says ‘Halloween’ quite like a hairy pubic area. Try to find these fuzzy fellas as you pick through the many Halloween shots in this issue. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
So, we’re only one event into this Gays Got Talent thing and already I’m having pangs of what-the-Hell-have-we-gotten-ourselves-into. Stop by Mary’s Attic this Thursday and Hydrate this Sunday to see what I mean. Bring a rosary, a stern crucifix and a vial of holy water. You’ll need them.