Ugh, it's like seeing a sack of groceries in swim wear.
And by work I mean strip club. And by strip club I mean the unmarked dumpster behind the Jiffy Lube.
And yet, the memory continues on...
What did this outfit need more of? Honey mustard, apparently.
I'm just going to go back to casually playing Words With Friends over at the bar. Later!
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