This isn’t 1982.
And sometimes you go through life unknowingly wearing your polo inside out.
MEOWZERZ! That’s a purr-fectly terrible tie.
(P)leather on (p)leather on (p)leather. How much butter do you think it took for him to slide into those things?
Smokey the Bear, is that you?
Anaconda called. He wants his skin back.
I can’t seem to hear my music through these obnoxiously loud, skin-tight leopard-print tights and transparent lace top.