She was texting everyone a photo of her picking her nose with the giant foam finger. Like ya do.
"Stop that. Those foam fingers are expressively for hanging loose and grooving out."
What "grooving out" might look like. But doesn't.
Alright, that's closer.
See, everyone loves peace. Or the Batdance.
Flail dance.
When the spirt of the dance fills you, bring a friend.
White shirt posse coming through.
I'm sure they too love peace, but they love brown tinted glasses more.
Old school program boarders, roaming the field, picking off souls to eat.
....and we've got one down. (she was fine)
Almost done.
A little help from her friend.
"Oh, just hanging in a silk cocoon. That's all."
