color vomit

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

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

Never has been, never will. Case closed.

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

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.

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

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

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