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Here my ladies, I present you with yet another Kool-Aid dipper. No one wants to take this pony for a ride.
I'm just kind of confused. If you choose to be this size.. Why choose to go with white.. ? Mentally blinding.
Is this.. tourist-wear? I feel like someone put a zebra and a cow in a blender.
Hey Skipper! Looks like someone got in a fight with the crimper. And the crimper won. Next time sweetie, just strangle yourself with the cord.
I followed this girl down the block to a bus stop to get this shot. But where does she get off? ..I guess she probably doesn't.
And I used to like that band! It's not the pattern we hate. It's the way you are wearing it. No, I mean. It's what is wearing it.
This guy is taking stone washed to a whole new level.. I guess the sky is the limit. I'll say it once and I'll say it again. Avoid the street during the daytime. You may be greeted by a punk rock sweatpants situation where nothing is left to the imagination.
In trying to enjoy the Cantina's Happy Hour I was bombarded in the bathroom line by this nightmare. Crotchal region covered by mid-thigh denim cut-offs and striped tights topped off with some kind of ripped 80's hair band T and a beer. My Happy Hour was quickly cut off.