Friday, September 30, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
IF BABIES COULD TALK...
Friday, September 23, 2005
WHEN BUMBLE BEES ATTACK
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
WHAT THE FUCKING SHITASS HELL...
The Moment The Love Died.
Bill loved Mary Jane. He really really did. She shared his love of The Da Vinci Code, Jack Russells, and Reality TV. He figured he could eventually gently ease her out of her Capri Pants phase. Then came that cloudy stale Sunday afternoon. Already wearing his least favorite pair of “pants”, Mary Jane DEMANDED he come in with her as she tried on the even uglier pair in the window. Bill kept walking, and never looked back.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
LOOK AT HER!?!?!
LOOK AT HOW SHE'S STANDING...she actually seems PROUD OF THE FACT that she's wearing pants that AIN'T ALL THERE. IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! There's a full moon tonight, and I can't be responsible for my actions. I am really honestly thinking about running outside and running up to the first woman I see in Capri Pants and BEG HER to take them off..........or at least to never ever EVER wear them again. Either that, or I'm going to design a flyer. OK, yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll post it here first. It'll be history-making.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
FASHION WEEK NYC REPORT
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
I deleted my Fashion Week NYC post because the joke didn't work. Let's pretend it never happened. I'll write another Fashion Week Post tomorrow or Thursday that will be VERY funny. GOD will it be funny.
Anyway, here's another super duper ugly pair of Capri pants. Click on the image—if you stare at it for 5 minutes without blinking you begin to see little tree frog faces.
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO WEAR CAPRI PANTS
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Luckily, Mondrian's Dead.
Check out these Capris. It looks like some woman got a gaggle of Stick Figures drunk and then they collectively simultaneously power puked on her pants.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
a VERY good sign
The crappy cheapo bin is one wonderful giant step closer to the complete extinction of Capris (click image for better view). Even better, it appears as if NOT ONE pair has been plucked from the hideous heap. Thank goodness. I was starting to almost wish for Deep Impact.
(pic courtesy of a loyal soldier of the Army of Hate)
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
WHAT IN TARNATION?
They are called “Carnation” Capri Pants. Forget for a sec that carnations are not any hue of blue; what’s with the ornamental (emphasis on MENTAL) nonfunctioning ties? I guess if you were falling off a building, these pants give your prospective rescuer several things to grab for, probably pulling your pants right off of you in the process as you plunge to your death. At least the pants would be saved to be re-put on you in the casket.