Star of Bombay. That is the name of my new favorite color of nail polish. If you are not familiar with it, I'll describe it to you. It is a rich, blue-black, so dark and velvety smooth, it evokes memories of the most magnificent winter's night sky that you have ever seen. It envelops you in its black cloak and warms you with a sparkling undertone of deepest cobalt. . . until you spill it on the rug.
Then it becomes the most hatefully heinous shade of dog$hitty denim that you have ever seen. Clearly a shade that only tranny hookers and diseased, monkey-loving crack whores would ever deign to paint their infected hooves with.
I'm a clumsy dork