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.
posted by copyranter @ 6:43 PM
1 Comments:
all you do is complain. what are you doing about these pants, and how are you setting a better example? :P not that i like crapi pants.
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