M: This guy?
I don't know if I'm feeling it.
M: Wait.
A: YES.
M: He has a more approachable David Beckham thing going. I like.
A: Yes, yes yes. And mostly likely gay. But that's not a deal-breaker.
M: He looks like he'd be fun to go shopping with. He might like to hold hands but never ever kiss with tongue.
A: Oh, he's definitely a from-the-neck-up kinda guy. He's a really good listener, though!
M: He bakes the most amazing brioche, have you tried it?
A: No, but I could use some carbs. I just went to look at the BR women's stuff and I can't stop crying. SO MANY RUFFLES.
M: What, you don't like this?
Even the model seems pained here:
A: WHAT THE HELL.
M: It's like they are mocking you.
A: Oh, are you kidding? It's absolutely deliberate.
M: Hot gay boyfriend is not enough to make up for baby poop lace ruffles.
A: Truth.
Her face is totally saying "Are you effing kidding me with this shirt?"
ReplyDeleteLook, I'm a ruffle fan. I can't help it. It goes along with my addiction to cabbage rose prints and dotted Swiss (WTF, me?) but even that is too much ruffles. Too many ruffles? whatever. You know what I mean.
I'm mostly just sick of seeing them on EVERY SINGLE THING. Die, ruffles, die!
ReplyDeleteLace ruffles = dusty old ladyvag.
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