Manpris taking Hollywood by Storm.
This is "musician" Avery Storm. Those are denim manpris. That (you can't see it) is barbecue chicken salad vomit on my keyboard. Happy Friday.
tip from chris (link to his blog)
found, of course, at gofugyourself.
This is "musician" Avery Storm. Those are denim manpris. That (you can't see it) is barbecue chicken salad vomit on my keyboard. Happy Friday.
I see a man dressed like this, and I am nearly overwhelmed by an urge to take a mace to his fucking head.
The temp outside this afternoon here in NYC is approaching 80. I just got back from lunch and saw plenty of otherwise attractive women wearing disgusting capri pants. But none as disgusting as this pair. These pants are even more disgusting than the movie.
So...you say there's no doubting the superior sartorial sense of our friends across the pond in the UK?
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".
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.
The pretty woman on the left is British actor Alice Evans. Her IMDb page says she is half French. Her outfit says she is all Idiot, layer after layer, right down to her horrific homemade Capri Jeans.