photo via briantology
Well, well, well. Hope everybody enjoyed their Memorial Day weekend, partying it up in the yard with your barbeques, thong sandals, and khaki pants. Let’s leave the floral print on your mother-in-law’s curtains, though — that’s where it belongs, and not on your oversized “casual” shirt.
photo via nadja_robot
This outfit isn’t flattering on anyone, except maybe a chilly eggplant. Next.
photo via miriella
Not a fan of shoes that look like they’ve been constructed from leftover Christmas ribbon and cheap doorstops. Recycling is great, but would you wear plastic bags just to save the world? Oh wait…
photo via loriwright
I know this is on a mannequin, insulting whom isn’t really my usual gig, but I couldn’t let this photo go on living a peaceful life on Flickr… I just couldn’t. I mean, look at it. It’s awkward enough on a hanger — like a dandy mated with a dot matrix printer — imagine how it will look when you stick some breasts, hips, and an optional fat roll or two under it. My God, the humanity…
photo via newbirth
As the photographer astutely pointed out, you would be able to see cooch if it weren’t for the blessing of this woman’s large thighs. Which isn’t an excuse! Bring back bloomers.
photo via metalchris
This isn’t a Halloween costume. It isn’t even a clubbing costume. It’s a bartender. At work. Serving drinks. With black tape on her nipples and a horrible black chasm of a belly tattoo which is sucking me into oblivion. Also, bad lip-liner.
photo via seemesnap
I know you’re just going on a quick errand to… um… wherever that is, but seriously? If there’s anything I don’t like, it’s the gap of skin between the top of the sock and the bottom of the trouser. It’s so crude. And this is that gap, but higher! Whiter! Amplified! Help!
photo via baylorbear78
It’s hard to find something that makes me ignore the matching dresses and crocs in the background. Is this their older sister, or parent? Did they help decorate it? Why aren’t there any peace signs? Do you know that those jeans aren’t flattering? Yikes.
photo via aschultz
Put the shawl away, trim the ends off that Elmer Fudd moustache, and get a new couch. Even Alanis Morisette wouldn’t sit on that — it’s a little too ironic, doncha think? You know the old adage… “Girls don’t make passes at douchebags in glasses.”
