Let’s play a game folks. It’s like Where’s Waldo, except you’re not looking for a little man in a striped shirt, you just have to find me one thing she managed to get right today.
I’m okay with the compromise of not making people wear masks in public but they just have to wear this shirt. Everyone wins.
This is what happens when sorority girls have to quarantine for a few months and they’ve got no reason to go through their normal tedious hygiene routine.
No wonder the produce I buy is always rotten by the time I get home.