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| source: The Sartorialist |
A: Someone should tell the Shobbit he's not actually funny. At all.
L: UGH! Why?
A: The fact that he even KNOWS the term "thigh gap" is highly suspect.
L: This is a man who definitely prefers all his woman to achieve unreasonable "standards" of beauty.
A: CAMILLA. THIGH CHECK.
L: WHERE ARE YOUR COLLARBONES, CAMILLA?!
A: CAMILLA, DO I SMELL GELATO?
L: NEGATIVE CALORIES, DAMMIT!
A: GIVE IT, CAMILLA. STOP HOLDING IT SO HIGH! DON'T MAKE ME JUMP FOR IT.
L: CAMILLA, I SEE YOUR NOSE HAIRS!
A: CAMILLA! YOU KNOW I CAN'T REACH THE FREEZER.
L: A man with such limits should be very careful where he treads with his "jokes".
A: He is definitely short on humor.
*high five*
Come on, guys (pardon: come on, young ladies) - this is a poor shmuck who thinks that businesses that close all over Italy because of a terrible, long term crisis, give the cities a certain "elan". He lives in his own lala world, where all Italians wear Prada and eat croissants for breakfast, all French people wear Dior and eat croissants for breakfast, while he's tall and good at the sex. And will be (or rather - is) the next Steve McCurry. Even if he needs a little Ikea stool to be able to brush his teeth over the sink after having a gelato.
ReplyDeletePS I love you, guys!
(I totally have that Ikea stool, too. Celebs - they're just like us!)
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