People make mistakes. It's a fact of life. You drink too much at the company Christmas party and tell the boss he sucks donkey cock. Or you wash a red sock in with your whites, thus turning everything pink. You stumble into the kitchen at 3 a.m., ravenous, and eat a plate of leftovers which you later discover was cat food. These things happen. It's okay.

Usually.

Sometimes, however, mistakes are made from which we cannot turn our heads. Sometimes, the fetid stench becomes so bad, we must look, and look well, and think, this is a lesson to all; do not tread in these shaky footsteps, for those who do shall be lost to us forever.

What I'm talking about, of course, is when J-rockers Wear Bad Clothes.

J-rockers are, for the most part, snappy dressers. A little black leather, a little man-cleavage, maybe some fishnet, and BAM! You got yourself the visual equivalent of an orgasm.

But sometimes... accidents occur. Much like Chernobyl. These outfits are more like the visual equivalent of a puddle of vomit in a truckstop bathroom-- multi-colored, of indeterminate origin, and more than a little off-putting.

Proceed with care. These fashion faux pas are not for the faint of heart.

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