You want to literally engrave Christmas lights on one's human skin, and prance about as it doesn't hurt; Imagine living every day knowing there are a bunch of loving lights buried in your skin that are constantly blinking...
wati mean like have it at the side or on his shirt or something
johnny get some sleep you're delusional
Oh, the poor fabric! Having their existence being plauged by forceful attachment to stuffty lights. The purely satanic thoughts your mind produces are just history-making. I also want to vomit in my stance, thinking of those flimsy, poor, and albeit strength-less air particles having to hold up some loving disgraceful lights, just because some maniac wants them "to the side" and not bat an eye at the face that he is killing the millions upon billions of air molecules that will be killed by the regretful force of the lights!
the irony
there's hardly any.
wrong wordingcan't think of the righktyhu.jk./
