rave

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!

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

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

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.

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

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

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

This is like a grab bag of costume store accessories.

The finest accessories a dollar store can buy.

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

What does the lightest side look like?

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