color vomit

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

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

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

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

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

Never has been, never will. Case closed.

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

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

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