THE ZOE JUST STOLE MY SOUL

The Zoe emerged from her cocoon last night for a brief moment, showed off her leatherlicious face at the Twenty-8-Twelve launch party, and then quickly retreated back to her secret underground lair!

With dead beaming raccoon eyes, stick thin arms and virtually your dead grandmother's neck, The Zoe will forever be my favorite. You can't touch this bitch. She's on a whole 'nother level! Long live Raisin Face!