It's not even so much that raver gear surprises, shocks, or horrifies me any more. That's not what gets me. I'm just amazed that kids are still overloading their senses on questionable drugs and more questionable music on the weekends like we're still in 1998 Essex or something.
Some days, you just want to let your makeup determine your emotional expression. Emoting is hard work!
He's going to use that wizard staff to perform a... how do you say... "Acid Rain" dance?
Let's just say he doesn't fire arrows. Bring a poncho to Vegas next time you're there.
If there was such a thing as a fairy god-mother of crack this would be it. And apparently someone followed her home.
Delirium is right this way, just around the corner, come on now!
Not sure what style of dressing this is.
