It’s like a 5th grader with a head injury and a mad crush on Captain Jack Sparrow got hopped up on Chocolate-Frosted Sugar Bombs and ran amok in a Hot Topic clearance bin.
Honey, you can not be hardcore in a hot pink knicker-length union suit. I don’t care how many studded wristbands and laddered L’eggs you dress it up with.
We call this one the Boner Killer: grunge is dead, we wish to god some one would fucking bury it.
Madonna would be rolling over in her grave, if she weren’t still alive. She’s forced to make due with rolling over in her age-defying hyperbaric oxygen chamber.