Remember, only you can prevent horrendous 80's fashion trends

At this point I can't begin to express my loathing for converse all stars, large striped shirts in gaudy colors and pencil thin jeans. Now every eighteen year old university boy looks like a reject from The Strokes, holding hands with his psuedo-junkie girlfriend that
has a forty dollar haircut that a pair of rusty sissors could have done for free. For the love of Christ, kids put down your dad's old Sandinista album and get your ass out of the thrift stores before you jack up the prices even higher.

A Belated happy New Year to the two of you that actually read
this.