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

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

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

What does the lightest side look like?

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

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.

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

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

This is like a grab bag of costume store accessories.

The finest accessories a dollar store can buy.

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

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!