If ever there was a reason to issue a fashion moratorium, this must certainly justify as such. Click on the image for proof of the wearer’s identity – it’s all in the fingers, baby – and the ass crack, unfortunately.
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11 comments
This is is is … an emetic.
Oh good gawd, I had to see some woman’s ass crack today at work. And that is enough ass crack for one day, thank you very much. (If you can’t keep your crack in the jeans, you shouldn’t be wearing the jeans.)
Um… You have rendered me speechless. You rock.
Oh, and I’d like to see Indian Call Center Operators out of work tomorrow. Wouldn’t be soon enough.
At least he wasn’t muffin toppin’ like the chick I saw on the way to work this am.
“Shoe-horned” is the only way to describe how she fit in her jeans.
And that look defiantly isn’t going to help him share the joy of Tommy’s special scientoligistical man chowder.
Exhibit “A” in the Proof that Tom Cruise is so fucking gay it makes me wanna vomit category.
Emetic. Kim got it completely right.
What a waste. I don’t think anybody’s getting any of that.
What’s with the low rise thing? If I recall, the hippie chicks wore low risers, but they were SKINNY. Everywhere I go, I see these pubescent babes with everything hanging out, & it’s not pretty
Does L. Ron Hubbard forbid underwear too? Does it constrict the sacred sperm or something?
Do you realize that this is the world’s first fashion pioneered by plumbers?
I say that to mall rats with the hope of emphasizing its inherent uncool-ness.
Has it occured to anyone that maybe Mr. C. is flossin’ with a thong? YIKES!!! There’s a mental image.