There's nothing I love better than taking a bunch of ridiculous pictures, and something about photo booths with crazy props really scratches this itch.
I call this one: navigating Kansas City highway junctions
It’s kind of like pop rocks for your brain… not a pleasant sensation exactly but the discomfort has a certain je ne sais quoi to it
an ex recommended to me and I was surprised to learn that it’s actually not dangerous. Idk just trust on this one
