A lovely summer day, the birds are chirping , the weather is finally comfortable enough to enjoy. Everything is going great till these lovely ladies decide to turn this afternoon into a Paris runway. One after the other, strut after strut, there is no avoiding it, abrasive patterns all over the place. You can’t tell if its women’s clothing or one of those 3D magic eye pictures. By the time you figure it out, you’re at the bottom of a toilet, up-chucking because the migraine is now so severe. Finally an answer to preventing teen pregnancy, wear these bad boys. 2nd base isn’t even considered if you’re lucky enough to get to 1st while wearing the crazy patterned dress. There is just zero sex appeal. There is zero any appeal. They look worse when combined too, it’s like the axis of evils. The four horsemen of the apocalypse. These four walk through your door and the heat index drops 15 degrees. I think this picture would be funnier if it turns out that they are four generations of women, so bad fashion runs in the family. Some people get hair color from their mom or blue eyes from their grandmother, these people get bad taste. If they are strangers, then it’s nice they found each other. I’ve read stories, how every person on Earth has a twin, I don’t know about a quadruplets theory ,but it’s fun to dream. Being the best dressed in this picture is like winning the special olympics, even if you win, you’re still handicapped. Still, they are Flashion, good friends, good times.