It looks like your entire leg from your dimply thighs to your kankles are frost-bitten and about to go move into gangrene.
Dude, let me start by saying thank you for wearing that large hoodie. Lord only knows what’s beneath that. Let me finish by suggesting next time you wear a full length poncho instead.
This ain’t the club. Hell, this isn’t even Sam’s Club. Leave those shimmery weird tops at home ladies, Walmart isn’t the place for that.
There is entirely too much monkey business at Walmart. Clearly nobody listens to me. Who has a pet monkey anyway? Seriously, that’s odd. What do you even name a pet monkey? I feel like it has to be an awesome name or the “glamour” of owning a monkey is gone.