Scrubbing the deck of enlightenment with the wirebrush of examination to remove the seagull feces of disillusionment.
This was how Mary and I dressed up for our halloween party this year. For those of you who understand the significance, we thought ourselves quite clever for thinking it up. For those of you who do not, you can still enjoy the spot-on attention to detail that was displayed in creating white trash, right down to the trashy Bud-ice bullets and the pregnant/drinking aspect.
If you are going to commit, I say go all out. If not, get off the damn porch.