Last Halloween the devil possessed my body and ran from zombies. On his way there he saw a corny Knight's hood abandoned in the gutter. He threw it into his bag along with his trail mix and jesus. After a year of collecting random junk and a week of construction I had my Halloween costume ready.

I was:
A Junk Art Sculpture
of
Sir Spam-a-Lot
Knight of the Holey Grail.

I rode muni in it.
I worked in it.
I walked 7 miles in it.
Styrofoam fucking shoes mutha-fuckas.

I have always loved Halloween, my costumes even as a child were odd. There was this one time I went as that vampire that sucked the peanut butter out of Reese's peanut butter cups in the old commercials. Think about it for a second.
I also have always loved making things out of junk. I used to live on a very old ranch with not just one but two junkyards full of random old farm equipment which I used like giant rusty legos. Sorry, I didn't believe in cameras back then.
All in all though, I don't think I will ever top this.

I'm afraid all the real description is in the picture descriptions.