The Bravest Halloween Couple of All! 

(Above) To the untrained eye, it appears hosts John and Brian are smiling.

(Below, left) As Tad contemplates his next move, Renegades Shon and Cliff sit down to an entire bowl of dip, not realizing it is meant for the entire group. (Below, right) Renegades Lee and Ed appear oblivious to the face forcing its way out of Terry's abdomen. Rick lurks.

Halloween Crowd is All Ears (and a little tail every now and then...)

   On the Saturday before Halloween, B-Bob's became a "Haunted Playboy Mansion". No, really.

 Hmmm. Where to begin. Well... (Above, left) The, uh, "door bunny" displays his newest tattoo that bears an amazing resemblance to a nip... Lincoln head penny. (Above, right) Renegade Lee does his favorite "Gone With the Wind" impersonation, while Huge Hefner (Renegade Jack) and the Vampire A.K.A. Grim Reaper (Renegade Terry) destroy one of those thingies that can't be sold in Alabama anymore. (I feel MUCH safer now, don't YOU?)

(Above) The poolboys at the Playboy Mansion. My, oh, my, if Playboy Bunnies could talk!

(Above, left) If you dial 911, this is what shows up! (Renegade Ed, looking VERY official...) (above, right) Keith, becoming very emotional with the pageantry of it all. Who wouldn't?

 Boy, I'm Glad I Didn't Wear MINE!  

(Above, left) Remember that last scene in "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" when Bette Davis is dancing on the beach? Well, now you don't HAVE to. (Above, right) Clearly, corrective dental surgery is not a requirement when dating an Aubur... OH, NO! WE'RE NOT GOING THERE!

(Above, left) "I'm afraid I've lost a blazing hot contact lense from Hell. Could you perhaps help me find it?" Can't believe he fell for that one again! (Above, right) Bartender Kenny demonstrates how to applaud male dancers without using your hands. Actually, it's a heart defibulator helmet.  Clear! (ZZZZZZZZZZT!)

Save the cheerleader, save the... oh, nevermind.           

(Above) She's strapped in and ready to roll! Ahem. Yes, that's Renegade John, being escorted to the big game by her wide receiver, Renegade Scott. Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar! Whoops. You just paid too much.

 Toxic!

(Above) She'd like to buy a vowel. And then she'd like to form a sentence. But she can't.

From the Pages of "Southern Dying" Magazine...

   Renegade Scott Brady in Pensacola offers these photos of his Halloween decor. Funny. He never takes them down...

(Above) "I always greet my guests at the door", says Scott, eyes glowing with anticipation. Such mannish hands.