Whoa, man… is that the moon? Nope. It’s me. Radiating pure vibes and questionable dance moves since… well, probably five minutes ago.
I’m your circular ambassador of peace, dipped in all the colors of a unicorn’s wildest dreams and blinking like your weird uncle’s VCR clock.
Every time someone wears me, I feel a little more alive—like I’m at Woodstock but without the mud. Or the smells. Mostly. I hang out on this surprisingly comfortable lanyard that hugs your neck like a mellow koala. I mean, we’re in this together, right? You and me, just out here trying to look dope and spread non-violent chaos.
I blink blue, red, and white—like a disco ball that went to a 4th of July parade and never came back. But it’s chill. Super chill. I even come with replaceable batteries, which means I basically never die. Unlike your Tamagotchi. Sorry about that, by the way.
Sometimes people wear me to political rallies, fundraisers, or those retro ’60s parties where folks pretend they know what a rotary phone is. Other times, I’m just here for the free snacks and awkward conversations with glow sticks. I’m versatile like that.
Honestly? I’m not just a flashing necklace. I’m a **lifestyle choice**. A commitment to funk. A sentient disco frisbee of diplomacy. You think you’re picking me up for a costume party, but surprise—I’m about to become your emotional support accessory.
So clip me on, flip the switch, and let’s get *questionably groovy*. And if someone asks, “Hey, where’d you get that incredible necklace?” Just smile knowingly and whisper, “He found me.” Then moonwalk away. It’s what I’d want.