Roses are red, violets are blue, those boot say stripper, those jeans do too.
I probably get too excited when I see old people doing some immature fun stuff because it gives me that hope that I’ll never actually grow up and change. That makes me happy.
My obituary will read “Finally had a heart attack while screaming that flesh colored yoga pants should not be made or worn!”
Ohhh sweet pearly whites of winter, it’s never a good thing when it looks like you can tuck the old boys into your hip pockets. Seriously, cleavage isn’t suppose to start at your bellybutton.