Babe. You don't need a shirt. You can just paint an outfit on. It's cool. Also, let's get out of here, right? Maybe, like, grab some coffee or a bj in the alley?
Yes, I know that Halloween is the traditional time to be sexy -- sexy cop, sexy nurse, sexy construction worker, sexy physical therapist, sexy file clerk, whatever.
But this one is totally phoning it in. "Awww. . . I'll just, like, put on my red bra and tape some red paper to my wrists and then dance sexy all night. VOILA! LOBSTER!"
First, you drop your pencil. . . then, you tweak your nipple on the way back up. I've gotten laid so many times using that technique. . . I can't even tell you.
Yeah, sure, I knew a little about the, you know, return of stirrup pants and all. But the combination of the black wifebeater, the heinous facial scruff, and the double-fisted PBRs is. not. working. Top that thing off with some retro white pumps and stick it on your grandma's couch, and you've got a potential blinding on your hands.
I am a woman in San Francisco who likes to read things on the Internet, drink wine and beer, and laugh at people. But in a totally nice and completely endearing way.
PS: I love robots.