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Johnny Dwyer: The King of Halloween
Roste Beefe used to think of himself as the king of Halloween. Took his outfit pretty seriously. Hosted some fun Halloween parties. Drank like a rock star with a death wish (no offense Chris Farley.)
Then Roste had kids. Roste slowed down a bit. Roste lost his edge. Even if you don’t know Roste you know a guy or girl like that. Just pretty much dominates Halloween.
Until now. There is only one king. And his name is Johnny Dwyer. This year he came as the dead Michael Jackson. Fairly creative. But all kings of Halloween know it’s all about next level. Take an idea and then going next level. And actually “being” the character.
So Johnny rented a casket. For real. Layed motionless all night until the song Thriller came on. (They cleared the dance floor first) And then he did the Thriller dance for that song. Then he went back to the casket for two more hours.
Yes, Johnny is the king. A Wisconsin life long resident and honest, good cat to boot.
He won $1000 in a Fond du Lac sports bar. But I am sure, like all great kings, he is not in it for the treasures.
And he isn’t a one year wonder. The picture below shows his Ken Doll creation last year. Us losers salute you Johnny. It’s just what we love at losersbracket.com. Next level thinking. Domination. Utter brilliance so bright it burns your eyes when you see it.
It’s going to be tough to beat next year. But that’s what they said last year. Here’s to you king.
Johnny as Michael Vick.
Johnny just clowning with some local talent. Chicks dig kings.
– Roste Beefe
Hey Losers!
Johnny is the king. You didn’t include the year he went as a 12 foot Christmas tree though. An actual tree. That lit up. He even rented a midget to play an elf, but the bitch never showed.
I did notice you forgot to mention the sexy Marge Simpson. For shame!