SIENNA MILLER, BLOODY RETARDED.

So...you say there's no doubting the superior sartorial sense of our friends across the pond in the UK?

Capris PLUS Uggs PLUS Bowler EQUALS...I'm bangin' the nanny, too.

(pic lifted from the BRILLIANT 2 women of GoFugYourself.

"STUPID" is the word

Apparently, there's still a HUGE gang of Capri-pant-wearin' "tough" (snicker) chicks out there in this fucked-up-to-heaven country sportin' the Grease moniker "Pink Ladies".

Dog. Doo. Wop.

The Valley of the Capri Dolls

Every day, their hard-working good-lucking suburban husbands named Ken and Joe and Frank and such would amble off to their dead-end jobs to bring home their modest paychecks. And, every day, the wives would get together and drink Zinfandel and play Bridge and eat Bonbons and give each other foot massages and gossip about whose bake-sale treats tasted like ass and go online and order pair after pair after pair of Capri pants.