Don't Fuck with Lagoon

Lagoon is America's last freedom frontier. Not only is it an amusement/water park, it's a BYOB establishment. Right in the heart of Utah! Mormon Utah! Yes, friends, you can bring your own booze into the amusement park and walk right up to a ride with a frosty bevy in tow. How is this possible? you ask...I have not the answer, but only the result: Awesome times.

So, the best part about the photo above, other than the obvious radicalness that is everyone in the photo, is that I said I wanted to be an outlaw babe. The girl handed me something that resembled a brown chef's coat. I looked at it and said, "Yeah, this isn't going to cut it. Do you have anything more scandalous?" The assistant replied, "We have a vest." I said, "OK." Girl brings out the vest. Still, it's just like the brown monstrosity that was brought out first, minus the arms. I see a girl from the shoot before us take off a magenta corset. I say, "Hey! yes, let me have that!" The corset, believe it or not, was the exact same color as my swimming suit. So, naturally, I decide that wearing chaps sans pants is the best way to invoke scandal. And, thus, my outfit was born. Outlaws don't wear pants, they wear the chaps of a man they just killed.

Also, Heather came equipped with some of her own props and stole a bullet. Roth walked away with a sample key chain photo of two fat kids dressed as outlaws. Priceless.