If I were the lady in the stripped dress in the above picture (which I wouldn't be- I would have something on way more fierce and I would be massaging my boobies...both of them), I would've also flipped the f*ck out and frantically start looking for the secret cameras. After deducting that I was indeed not on candid camera...I would crawl up into a ball and slowly start rocking back and forth repeating the candid cinematic line, "there's no place like home, there's no place like home."
Seriously, this sh*t couldn't go down in the US. Between the backwards country good ole boys and my ecko valor wearing brothas (i have no idea what the kids are wearing these days)...theses faceless people would probably end up on a milk carton box. Which I guess would be of no help...since they are faceless and all....
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I may have nightmares because of that. That is seriously odd.
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