So remember when I told you people to send me some rad shit to post on my blog, so I wouldn’t have to come up with anything on my own because I suck and I’m bored and otherwise occupied and also lazy? Well, Sarah from In the Trenches of Mommyhood sent me a link to a post of hers that proves, once and for all, that Victoria’s Secret is hell bent on destroying the world, one inconveniently placed tan line at a time.
It is hilarious. SHE is hilarious.
More rad shit to follow soon.
P.S. May I just say that yes, Vicky’s Secret does offer up some truly bizarre shit for the beautiful people sometimes, but I am currently wearing a non-frilly pair of THONG panties that neither bunch NOR chafe – a feat I would once have claimed was thoroughly impossible. (Seriously, these things belong in a museum, or Ripley’s Believe It or Not, or something.)
So before everyone goes getting all Big Bad Wolf ready to huff and puff and blow Vicky’s house down, let’s keep that in mind, m’kay? Pretty sure I’ll never find this rarity again. Let the beautiful weirdos have their swimsuits with the strap for no reason. I’ve got a thong up my ass and I’m not crying. Vicky wins.Stumble it!