color vomit

One way. No return. Also, Party Town is actually Acid Trip Town.

Never has been, never will. Case closed.

With that many stripes and colors on a single person, you've gotta imagine that he has stories to tell, right? Crazy, disjointed, weird stories, but stories nonetheless.

No Urban Outfitters, I will not pay $200 to look like a moccasin vomited on my shoe.

I know, I know, I have a hard time telling the difference myself.

You've got enough colors of thread here to make like, three or four equally bad weaves all on your own. Way to be!

I mean, the balance is all off and I think it replaced some of these pants with a trippy oil spill or something.

Just looking at this is making me want to love and tolerate people. I should probably leave now.

Are things about to get funky? Please warn me in advance should things become funky.

I mean, nothing to do with her looks, I just can't adjust the gamma settings anymore after this influx of day-glo coloring.

Ah, reading the newest issue of the "Dressed in the Dark Daily," I see.