Bad teeth equal good times.

88 cents bought us entertainment for an entire weekend once.

It all started during a beer run when we were in the Dells Wisconsin not too long ago. You see, we were heartbroken after being denied at the movie theater, so we decided to pick up some drinky, some snacks and a board game. We found a Wal-Mart Super Center about 35 miles away.

We learned from the brilliant advertising all around the beer coolers that NO ALCOHOL CAN BE SOLD AFTER 9 PM… ONLY BEER. I love the Dairyland and it’s delicious priorities! Anyway, we decided to pick up some beer, some cups, Apples to Apples and a 4 pack of novelty teeth.

We could not wait to tear into those babies and immediately put them in. Beaner chose who should get which pair using a scientific process based on mouth size. For some reason, she decided I should have the largest pair.

Queenie put hers to good use right away.

JMan's teeth made him go cross-eyed.



Then, since we weren’t absurd and geeky enough and because we were polishing off the last of the beer, we decided to pretend that we smoked. We thought the brand name of the candy cigarettes was appropriate.

I know what you’re thinking, “Pretend smoking and pretend bad teeth? Crazy bastards!”

The only bad thing was the chocolate of the cigarettes melted and it looked like our “cool accessories” fell into dog shit. Good times.



The rest of the weekend saw beautiful shots like these...

Out of all of us tho'...Beaner totally got into the teeth!