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

The finest accessories a dollar store can buy.

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

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

This is like a grab bag of costume store accessories.

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

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

What does the lightest side look like?

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

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