Ed Hardy is the devil

I'm aware it's blurry. I never claimed to be paparazzi. Focus on the tacky red shirt. 

I am recockulously tempted to burn this guy's shirt and tell him that's what he gets for buying an $80 t-shirt. That would be wrong, right?

But what is right is being able to walk outside a bar with a drink. Currently I am sitting outside the Red Eye shoe less waiting for my sister to bring me flats from the bar. One of the many douchebags traveling to Republic commented, "you have purple legs". Why yes, I have purple legs. It's called fashionable stockings where I come from.
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