I'm not usually one for splashing around the hideous. Too many other things to do. Like floss. And rearrange my file cabinet. Besides, the Fug Girls have cornered the market. But sometimes you need to make an exception. Prepare for the scroll down. This outfit is not what I would choose to wear but it's not bad, even with the white jeans, keep scrolling, until:


Big Foot is shedding hot, salty tears. Those shoes are his trademark. His identity. And you went and stole them. Someone's going to the special hell.

Labels: shoes