Imagine

Imagine ...

You're at a club when you spot a cute single girl across the dance floor. You get your groove on, and spit a little game to see if she's down.

To your delight, she is!

She murmurs in your ear, "my car's in the parking lot - why don't we head out there, and .. " deliberately trailing off the end of her sentence. With your curiosity (and everything else) aroused, you follow her to the parking lot, get in the car, only to see ...




My personal reaction at seeing all this Hello Kitty shit in one place?

Your mileage, of course, may vary

(via Hello Kitty Hell)