You will probably recognise the handsome devil on the right, but can you guess the cutie pie one the left?
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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But that blouse looks a bit girly.
I know it is natural to look like your mum or dad but whoa - when you see it like this - it's kinda spooky, right?
Looks like Ezra is holding some kind of "bum" toy.
(gee, i bet you're glad i left a comment)
Sue, you should know better.
Julie, I consider that a slight on my character.
FF, it was the 1970s man, all flower children and that. Maybe I was just metrosexual before it was all trendy like.