What a week this has been— fires in our apartment complex, flash summer thunderstorms, neighbourhood drama… I’m expecting the four horsemen next. Let’s get in one last week of bazaar offerings before the apocalypse starts, shall we?
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Yeah, I used to have a track and field ass back in ’84, too, but I’m not sure I would have called it a professional training resource.
You’ll have to write your own goes-with-the-track-and-field-ass joke here.
Ha! I love how this reads from a distance, when you’re too far away to see the small print. They had quite a few of these tube tops with different messages on them.
The easy girl sleeps with the fishes.
Well, I’ve never seen people in clothes referred to as a “wearing association”…
…nor a NBA star referred to as a “play technician.”
“Happy smiles— so much for being this pretty.” Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you don’t brush and floss.
Where I come from, we call that “laziness.”
If this doesn’t get those surfers off their asses, nothing will.
Many birthday wishes to my wonderful and supportive boyfriend, Emirhan, without whom this blog wouldn’t exist. You really are the best, and I hope you’re having an awesome day.
I love them, especially the first one. I have a track and field ass right now. Umm, I think.
I love them, especially the first one. I have a track and field ass right now. Umm, I think.