I feel like he sent them the scarves but the rest of those outfits are just sad… “Can I get a pair of tan pants in a size 45x80 even though I’m 4-foot-nothing? I want to look like an elephant that just ODed on estrogen pills fam!”

Honestly I think they were LARPING as protesters or something but stopped for second donuts and didn’t get first pick from the costume department… or whatever they call their equipment room.

Eh… homie needs to watch Mad Max again —any of them. But I’ll still give him 2 points for trying to be clever.

Because you don’t want her giving you a face massage so you can take a brain poop? Gonna need some further explanation, chief.