I’m sick. My head hurts. My nose is like a leaky faucet. This is a week of bad memories. A week of others enjoying something I wish I could. A week of anger, jealously, and frustration. At least I’ve got a Die Antwoord concert to look forward to.
It happened in the sixties with Twiggy. That is when it happened.
I know making fun of these is basically beating a dead horse at this point, but literally all of those women in the lower row are still considered super hot??? So… the point is… moot
Ha! Even better!