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And the bracelets are laced with LSD.

How many more smooches are we going to have to ruin before we put an end to this nonsense?

Oh no wait, we're in no shortage of terrible fashion decisions like this. I guess the eyeliner reserves are in full supply.

Meanwhile, that bro over there is putting himself out there loud and proud.

I'm gonna puke a rainbow if I look at this any longer.

I'll twerk you, my pretty, and your little dog too!

Nothing gets him more excited than this.

Quit pulling on her hair... things, too.

Judging by the way the tables are stacked, I think she just closed down the place.

Sing it with me now: "I'm on Medicare and I know it!"

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!