rave

This is like a grab bag of costume store accessories.

I mean, until that little penguin guy found out what they spliced in with his ecstasy. Things got weird after that.

I'm sleeping with the light on from now on...

I'm gonna puke a rainbow if I look at this any longer.

Imagine how bad a comic convention smells. Now imagine how terrible most dance clubs smell when in full party mode. Now combine the two. You're welcome!

The finest accessories a dollar store can buy.

And naps frequently. With her casual and relaxed attire, she's no doubt a low-maintenance, easy-going type of gal.

What does the lightest side look like?

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

Alternatively: "Don't worry, we're from the internet."

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.

Quit pulling on her hair... things, too.