Bill Scott Stand-up Comic

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This is just one of the many disguises I've used to evade capture.  I'm a cowboy with a huge load in his pants.  Somehow, I even managed to fill the front.  I guess a cowboy's diet isn't the best thing for a one year old.

Apparently in the 1970's it wasn't politically incorrect to send your kid out on Halloween dressed like a smoking Charles Manson if he was a hobo.  And is that a red sash I'm wearing?  Who put this piece of shit costume together?  Also, that might be the creepiest clown I've ever seen. (I think it's obvious but I'm on the left and my sister is on the right.)

If you wanted the chronic back in '76 the best place to go was the foot of my bed.  Laying low in my Hunter S. Thompson duds was my way of winding down after a tough week of afternoon kindergarten. Decisions like "milk, or chocolate milk" can be a real grind.  Fortunately I've managed to maintain a low stress lifestyle nearly every day since then.