I like to take unflattering pictures of people and then walk away very, very quickly.
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I can understand one handbag, but two? It’s just tacky.
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But why is she wearing glasses if she’s so obviously blind?
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What could she possibly be purchasing at Best Buy? Temple of Doom on Blu-ray?
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Yes, the pickle was in the ziploc baggie that’s sticking out of her purse. A PICKLE IS A HEALTHY AND DELICIOUS SNACK, OK?
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First, the little toe tries to escape. Then, apparently, EVERY SINGLE VEIN IN HER LEGS.
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Like, how dirty would the rest of your clothes have to be before you would choose to wear this?
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Be brave, little clip. You have a mighty job to do. It is a thankless job, I’m sure.
I hope you and those awesome clear flip-flops will rest well tonight.
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I take a lot of pictures of people. A LOT. I’ve never been full out called out on it like I was this time.
Granted, I was in an Auto Zone (a horrifying story for another time), but still.
YOU DON’T WEAR THIS SHIRT IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE POSTED ON THE INTERNETS.
Thankfully, I run quickly and scream like a girl. I WIN.
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Now, my assumption is this is not her natural hair color.
But I don’t know. I’ve seen Powder.
NATURE CAN DO SOME AMAZING THINGS, OK?
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Sometimes, it’s like the pictures take themselves.
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But too proud to buy an appropriately sized tshirt, apparently.
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I wonder how early she has to get up every morning to perfect that hairstyle.
Very, very early, probably.
