Heaven help us all; the woman has gone wacko on a doodle.

The scene is set with the flea wearing a plague mask made by no other than her Bootlicker friend, Ms. Tori.

Now, sure, it’s Halloween, but gimme a break: the flea looks hideous and sounds as if she is buried 10 feet down inside an empty can of Beanie Weenies.
The long-nosed black mask covers the nose, mouth, chin, and all dignity.

Not saying the Bootlicker is a bad leather twister, but damn, lady, you missed the mark.

(Nice try, but no cookies for you.)

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Instead of a plague mask, the contraption looks more like an appendage growing out of desperation from a forgotten mole.
Evidently, the Bootlicker didn’t do research, or she ran out of leather.

Instead of full face coverage like a real plague mask, this one is designed as a ‘strap-on’ and has a black strap that holds the leather apparel to the head while covering her nose, flea hole, and triple-wide chin.

But she misses the mark because half of the mask that protects the wearer from germs, covering the eyes and exposed forehead, seems to be missing…perhaps Bootylicker...