This is not a bathing suit. This is not a bathing suit. This obeast woke up, took off its CPAP machine, and decided to wear booty shorts and a spaghetti tank top out of the house. In the Pacific Northwest on a not particularly warm day (I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, not shielded by a thick wall of fat). No idea about the stupid head feather, maybe it's 1/64 fatkota sioux. Also not sure WHERE THE HELL ITS SHOES ARE.  I was representing my organization, hence the blackout of our book in its hoof, otherwise I would have shitladied the fuck out of this travesty. I'm certain it tubblred about how brave it was to leave the house today.