Well, my uterus just shriveled up and died like a Craisin, so there's that. My brain knows, deep in its recesses, that oldies occasionally get freaky. But, my eyeballs and ear holes don't need that data.
|pic via spin|
|via bob evans|
|I'm pretty sure that this is a terrible joke.|
|A typical turtleneck patron. The cat is sickened to his core.|
|What in the eff is this Devil's neck maiden???|
|Mmmmkay. What kind of weird ass door is that? How does it even work?|
|Well of course. My nemesis surfaces again. P.S. This picture is friggin' creepy.|