color vomit

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

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.

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

Never has been, never will. Case closed.

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

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

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

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

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!

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