Comments on: Fashion Gibberish And A Contest

By: Marky

Marky — Mon, 12 Oct 2015 21:44:30 +0000

!!!

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Wed, 07 Oct 2015 22:02:35 +0000

Carla – You may need to do the judging.

Suzanne – yes, they make my day too! My whole life, even.

By: Suzanne

Suzanne — Wed, 07 Oct 2015 12:15:05 +0000

These are all hysterical and certainly made my day! Sister – maybe make it a monthly thing and the participants can take turns surprising the winner with a snarky treat;)

By: carla

carla — Wed, 07 Oct 2015 04:46:21 +0000

i am torn between “suspended” and “suzanne” – the first waxing so lyrically so that you can smell those two grey disappointments, the second being short and to the point…an ode to hopelessness. Good luck narrowing down your choices.

By: Dj

Dj — Wed, 07 Oct 2015 02:41:01 +0000

Get a grip Bev! Sister!!

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Tue, 06 Oct 2015 03:09:34 +0000

Bevitron – Hahaahhahahahaa, are you alright??

By: Bevitron

Bevitron — Tue, 06 Oct 2015 00:45:08 +0000

Historically informed, bleak, and to the point, the shuffle-feel footboat – rat-gray and unironically self-aware – implies worldly varicosities, possibly (reliably curated) even imbuing a rebelliously tobacconated visage with an impeccable library pallor, such is the power of the choked, bipolar vamp and stubborn, lobotomized sole of this stiffsupple cobblery. A warped semicircular toe – reminiscent of nothing so much as an institutional drive – shrieks haunted 20th century stained linoleum. Heels refusing height demand a fishnet pairing (white, snagged) to lock down hard-won asylum stride: Karloff lurch, or manic patter.

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 20:25:59 +0000

Lynn – Hahahahahhahahaha, a million time better than anything I could do, you people are fucking poets

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 20:24:06 +0000

Suzannne – Hahahahahahaaha!!

By: Lynn

Lynn — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 19:14:22 +0000

These oh-so-demure petit-fours murmur cinematic tones of heroic mobsters mortaring appendages into twinned overshoes and rendering existence extinct. For a lifestyle without life,allow your feet to slip gently into that good night, and dance all night with the Unbearable Heaviness of Being.