A little story about a man named Jed...

Or not.. regardless, gather round' and listen to mah story boils and ghouls.

First off I wanna say THESE girls saved mah life in Buffalo... they gave us free food. We loved them.. some of us wanted to in other ways but.. moving on..


We got to Hamburg, NY and met the performers. One of such was Spike... he dun like the ticket box.


His wife Lenore is heavily tattood, pierced, and amusing.


One of Spike's acts is letting a mousetrap snap on his tongue..


Whereas Lenore walks on broken glass.. collected from the Jersey Shore.


Sometimes they work out their differences.. on the bed of nails.


I came up here with Moose.. and he fit right in.. or vice versa.


This is the general reaction to moose's act...

We fired the first bally slut..er.. girl and hired a new one. They had the same name so it was easier to remember. She became our new Ms. Electra.


Then we hired another new person and they were abruptly sworn in.. with a marshmallow gun.


The two new kids found they liked each other.. and thus more trailer rocking.


Gibil does a bit of fire eating when I dun feel like it. He takes heaping spoonfools of fire. It's kool.. ina hot kinda way.


So we were a happy psychotic fambly...


Then I went to Bat's Day in CA and left them to fend for themselves in Syracuse for a week. I brought back with me Spider. (Thus leaving the count at TWO sideshow memebers stolen from Dallas.)


So we got bored on the last day in Syracuse and had a puppet show with Gibil's Monkey.. wait.. that sounded bad didn't it?


So once again a happy fambly... waaaaay too early in the day.


Moose lives happily evr after...


More to come. This is from the last few spots. Beware the ides of march.. er.. Maryland.

Bizzaro.