Some Bitch Sat On My Handbag


I went to a dinner party and someone’s sister-in-law sat on my Vivienne Westwood handbag. I believe I have post traumatic stress disorder due to this event, and I’d like to sue her fat ass to kingdom come. There’s a photo of the bag somewhere here if you want to better understand the Horror.

Meanwhile, I’m resorting to my big Paul Smith bag from January 2007, and everyone will think I’m a dope who just jumped on the Yellow Bandwagon. Hmph, as if. I’ve even started wearing my yellow shoes just to show that I’m not afraid to match my accessories. Sister Wolf makes her own rules, Godammit.

Please take a moment to pray for my injured bag, may she fully recover her former glory, amen.

This entry was posted in Disorders, Fashion and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to Some Bitch Sat On My Handbag

  1. Suebob says:

    How the hell could she have not seen it? It is SHINY and RED and LARGE and IMPORTANT!

  2. Sister Wolf says:

    That’s what I’m saying! She should be in jail, that’s all I know.

  3. Bri says:

    Any chance of a link to the original or a squashed version of the bag?

  4. Mark says:

    I’m gonna hook you up with some Jimmy Choo one of these days.

  5. Mark says:

    That woman who sat on your bag is kind of like those women who don’t know they’re pregnant until they’re water breaks.

  6. Mark says:

    I meant “their water” NOT “they’re water”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *