Oh, Janet E. is my special pet this week. She sent me something so outrageous that my children both independently exclaimed as they passed my computer, "What the hell is that?!" I suppose it's genetic.
Anyway, this little runway show slowly morphs from odd to unpleasant to the stuff that haunts my nightmares.
You'll see.
Tell me you won't be seeing this when you close your eyes tonight.
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