Weird Album Cover Art from Rock to Gospel To Downright Crazy

You kissed her pie, John?

Wow. I bet she was popular in high school.

The Dancer… The dirty, dirty dancer.

Those shirts look like my grandma’s curtains at her retirement home down in Boca Raton.

He doesn’t look happy with his audience. Maybe he was hoping for more of a Y.M.C.A crowd.

Those ladies can shred!

Never fails. As soon as you pull your monkey out, the phone rings.

Satan has been paralyzed but Medicare is getting him a Rascal to get around.

“With love… from this really creepy guy.”

“We’re number 1!… We’re number 1!…”

Oh, so THAT’S what Sitar style is.

Leave it to Johnny Hoe.

Something tells me they’re overcompensating.

Oh, I’m sure they have plenty to talk about.

The conversational soundtrack for Dr. Fishbein’s little talks.

 Ring around the creepy clown.

The Voice and Trombone of Whitney Dough in Jesus… Wow… string that all together in one sentence and it sounds rather kinky.

Ms. Vickie. Sunday School MILF.

They look like the Color Guard from my High School Marching Band.

Meet the Ass Men Brothers.

Free sticker inside and lots of candy inside his van.

A semi-soft squirt? Now that’s talent.