False eyelashes kill my life. Bought glue in to Prophecy. "Um what's this for? You can't bring it in." "IT'S FOR MY EYELASHES!!!!"

Skirt + Prophecy = tool.
Another funny thing I forgot to mention was that when they were checking ID in the line. The guy looked at my photo ID card, then looked at me as if I was suss or something right? Then he goes "Bankstown huh?" I was thinking WTF! But I said "Um yep." To which he replies "Heh.. Bankstown aye?" Followed by "How do you pronounce your name?" . . . . . . . And finally he goes "So you're from Bankstown? Have a good night."

Dude what the fuck. HAHAHA.