Atrocities

[Photos will come this afternoon.]

What's worse than cape kids, you ask? I'm sure this question has been burning in your mind for days now.

Some child was walking around the Ho dressed as a disciple.

Now, I know what you're saying. "I'm sure it was for a class presentation, Danielle. You can't fault someone for a class assignment."

That's all well and good, but homedog was acting a fool upstairs, giving the pageant wave and saying hellooooooo to everyone.

Plus, he was wearing regular clothes under his tunic. All he had to do was pull that mess over his head and be done with it.

Monday I saw the most disgusting thing ever.

Plumber's crack. And how.

And this thing was no ordinary crack, oh no. This was a power crack. A 7 inch cleft. The Marianas Trench of butt cracks.

I'm pretty sure this gentlemen was wearing low-rise manties just to ensure that as much of his coin slot was as visible as possible.

The only saving grace of this week?

A Marc Jacobs [!!] green apple watch-pendant.

Presh and designer. Loves.

"Fashions fade, style is eternal."
-Yves Saint Laurent