Around this girl, the rest of the world just appears to be shades of grey… not the shitty erotica book.
This guy is back from the future of fashion and modeling to tell us all that there is no hope. The future is littered with the ruins of the magazine industry, and the only appropriate accessory is a cane to help you walk through the post-apocalyptic landscape littered with anorexic, bone-lost skulls.
This girl certainly accomplished what she set out to do if it was “creating a gooey mess in a blogger’s underpants.”
If I’m ever put into a position to decide who lives and who dies on this planet, the very top of the “Who Dies” list is going to say, “That grown man with the pink polo shirt, oversized baseball cap, blue shorts and purple douche headphones draped around his neck.”