Normally, I would expect Drunkface to win anything like this in a landslide. ESPECIALLY in these pants.
WHAT. It's like each kneecap is a window that needs its own drapes. It's such a scrolldown that I keep scrolling back up real fast to save myself. Now, you may be thinking, "No, Heather. It can't get worse." But I contend that it does.
Drunkface accessorized it better, worked better hair, and above all, had feet. ABIGAIL. You do know those pants aren't ACTUALLY drapes, right? Or is the joke on me?