This either belongs to a Young Adult author whose work combines ghost stories with military technothrillers or a rich, Mediterranean manchild whose DNA combines four or five Y chromosomes with the gene for being really stupid.
I swear, if I have to listen to one more of these neat-freak hippies blather on about his non-chlorinated detergent or his intestine cleanser or how spic and span the walls of his anal cavity are I am going to catch his farts, hold him down, and pop them in his mouth. Comments/Enlarge See all
Using Cyndi Lauper as your thrifting template is easy enough, but pulling it all together without a hint of cat-shit-induced mental illness makes her the Palos Verde Blue of girls.
