The little plastic beads that form kandi of every conceivable shape and shade conjure up fond memories of endless color-filled nights and permanent bonds between total strangers. There’s all that, of course, but then there’s these creations.
Ranging from astounding and complex to just plain funny, they all earn one shared reaction: “holy Hell, that’s a sh*tload of beads on your body.”
Raves can get smelly I guess, but this kandi gas mask… not so sure about protection against noxious fumes, but I guarantee that it’ll keep you safe from any contact with women.
The kandi fist. Perfect for when you have to punch your way out of a large crowd but still want to do it with a warm message of PLUR.
OK take that off right now.
GAH! Don’t sneak up on us like that, kid. Here, have a dollar.
The nice thing about a rough day at the ol’ kandi factory is you can head straight out from work.
Rave princesses must take care to leave room between kandi for showing skin, of course.
Make out? Umm, lemme think. Pass.
Does your warranty cover being submerged in kandi?
Criminals, beware. If one of those broke, they’d go everywhere, and you’d totally slip and fall.