Especially this late-'80s/early-'90s bleed we have going on here.
Or maybe this is just a contemporary Instagram photo of a mall in Milwaukee, I don't know.
Nah, who am I kidding, I'm just a hater who wants those gloves.
And by that I mean, "required copious amounts of coke to both produce and wear effectively."
Nobody in your biker group will make fun of you now, not at all.
You're too beautiful for this world. Just flap your dancer's wings and fly away, you little bird!
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They're still around, just in scarf form.
Oh, who am I kidding, I wish I had a pompadour as rad as that. Or any kind of 'dour, for that matter.
The piano-key tie had some unfortunate offspring, it seems.
"One Night in Flamenco-Roxy-Paris-Vegas" might not have been the most coherent theme for a dance after all.