I’m turning into an old lady.
But, I mean, seriously. This is the sort of thing that makes me long for the Tiger Lily blanket and the poncho of chastity.
Does this constitute clothing? Would this even pass at Bonnaroo? The Stones tour of ’78? Maybe Burning Man. More importantly: why would anyone do that to a concert t-shirt? And what did that pair of denim underwear ever do to her?
Wait: just noticed the stripper pole in the background. Now it all makes sense.
