I can’t tell if this dress is sitting crookedly, or if she’s just twisted at an odd angle.
There’s something a bit blinky about the boobs — they remind me of Jabba the Hutt’s wrinkled eyelids. But only vaguely. Wait, shoot, now that’s all I can see, which might doom this for me. But of late, for the most part, it seems like Drunkface “AnnaNoSpaceLynne” McCord has been classing up the joint. She’s not even so drunkfaced anymore. Between that and Boobs Legsly learning not to be both at once, I’m giving myself a crick in the neck looking up at the sky for the locusts.