Since we’re on the subject of discussing America’s ambassadors of fashion, here’s the elusive Garbage Pail goddess Angelyne looking like the Bride of Chucky after crawling out of a bucket full of Jerry Garcia’s ashes, Poochie pubes, liquid LSD and Ben & Jerry’s old tie die water while educating simple ass bitches on the importance of a perfect eyebrow situation in West Hollywood yesterday.
When it’s 10am at the rave and somebody yells “WARNING” before knocking the roll out of your head by turning the lights on, Angelyne is definitely what you want to shock your eyeballs with after that happens. May we all look like the test tube baby of Jem! and Gobo from Fraggle Rock when we’re (insert whatever age Angelyne is saying she is today). Glow stick juice is definitely what the fountain of youth is filled with.