Huh. I guess it’s still legal to kill yetis for sport in some countries. Seems barbaric if you ask me. But, judging by these boots, maybe barbaric is making a comeback.
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At Least She Makes Her Friends Look Slightly Less Insane
Smart move, Yellow Catsuit with Tennis Shoes. The Fashion Police can come try to haul you away, but they’ll have to catch you first.
But you should probably be prepared to lop off that mane when they come. The wind resistance could really slow you down, and Joan Rivers is a lot faster than she looks.
Now You Know
This is what Martha Stewart’s nightmares look like. That, and a parade of cakes that each fall just short of “very excellent.”
Grandpa’s Off His Meds Again
Wait, WAIT! You can’t go out of the house like THAT! You might get a run in your stockings!
Maybe You Could Give the Dog Some Tips on Hair Styling Though
I look at this picture and immediately think, “Hmm, the dog’s the only one wearing pants. He must be the brains of this operation.”
Time to rethink some of the choices you’ve made in life.
Gary, Have You Seen my Seam Ripper?
I Don’t Want to Know How Many Muppets Died for That Coat
“Go ahead, PETA. Try me. You think a little red paint is going to ruin this coat? I dare you.”
You Can Fulfill Your Community Service by Putting on Some Pants
My intention with this blog is not — nor will it ever be — to make fun of fat people. I’ve never subscribed to the idea that someone shouldn’t be allowed to dress the way they want just because they don’t match the height/weight ratio that our society has deemed ideal.
I do, however, strongly abhor the notion of stealing, especially from children. Somewhere out there, right now, there is a toddler missing her swimsuit, and this woman is responsible. Shame on you, lady. That just isn’t right.
On Our Way to the Pants-Optional Ren Fair, Are We?
Rumer Willis inherited her killer body from her mother and her strong jaw line from her father. And, judging by this picture, her fashion sense from the curtains in a set background of Moonlighting.
HRH The King of Tackistan
God I hate fur. How many off-Strip casino floors do you suppose had to die just to make this one ugly coat? Given the way the King of Klass’s waistcoat buttons are straining under the pressure, I’m going to guess half of the Hard Rock and all of the Tropicana.