Wow, we have really given up on the Breakfast at Tiffany’s feminine ideal and totally put all our eggs in the “homeless Cyndi Lauper at a garage sale” basket.
The old guy at the club is rough. Eurotrash in our country is a bummer. People that are still pushing electronica suck. Fabio metrosexuals that belong in Ibiza need to go back there. Drunk, horny gymnasiacs with fake tans are depressing. All five at once however makes the Holocaust feel like a massage.
