When one girl in the room understands the merits of squishing her pudge around, everyone else can dress like Frankenstein and give it up to anyone who asks, they’re still invisible. Comments/Enlarge |
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There’s something strangely insincere about these two. They’re either narcs, Amish teens in their devil’s-playground phase, or normal people in a four-month delusionary period where they think they might be weird. Comments/Enlarge |
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