But next to the Bond museum was possibly the most challenging art exhibit on the island. What did it mean? What did it suggest? Apocalypse now? Life after a collapse in society? Shower of shit in poshland? Rubbish dump behind a crap museum? Who knows...
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Ummm.... Chris? I don't want to have to be the one to say this, but those blue Hammer-pants with the head towel are doing you no favours. It looks like maybe you just stumbled out of the cave tunnel where you must have been since the reign of MC Hammer, but he died a long time ago. (Not literally.) (Not that anyone would notice or care.) You also look a little pale in the picture. And faceless. Not much can be done about that, but please go to Tokyo, get some trendy gay friends, and buy yourself some fashion sense. STOP! FASHION TIME! Thanks.
--Concerned Fashionista in Kibichuo
But I thought, STOP! HAMMER TIME! was the call that signalled regime change, a change where Harem pants would be acceptable attire for men of the west, not just Arabian Princes and Persian Playboys. As for the head towel and increasing paleness, I sometimes spend to much time picking rice with obachans. It gets confusing. But Harem pants are exceptionally spacious when you're bent double over a paddy.
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