Tag: fashion disaster

  • When do we decide if someone is batshit crazy?

    I know. That term is politically incorrect. And I am not applying it to those with true mental illnesses. I’m talking about those times when eccentricity goes a wee bit over the top. And stays there. You’ve doubtless met others who have decided to become eccentric, perhaps even the town eccentric, but it was clearly…

  • Someone please fucking help me

  • My fish hate me

    Every morning, my fish stare at me, blankly. I always wonder if they are hungry or don’t like what I’m wearing.

  • Seriously. WTF.

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    Taken in Royal Oak, Michigan. Of course.

  • 2010 Spring Fashions

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  • I … huh, I have no words

  • Let the party begin

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  • Eye bleach required, No. 2

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    Seriously. This is easily as bad as the male equivalent.

  • OK, no. That’s going too far, people.

    Photo by Lizz

  • Don’t be jealous

    One freak has continually eluded my camera. Three times now. I will persevere. Anyway, here is the breakdown of her attire, and I use that term loosely; she looks rather loose. Bedraggled and pallid, fake, leopard-fur jacket. The type of fabric one would see on the loincloth of a “native” in a B-movie. Shop-worn, straight-leg…