Kind of a late Super Bowl parade, but ♫ Oh when the Saints, go marching in, oh when the saints go marching in. You have to dress, like your bat sh*t crazy, when the saints go marching in.♫
By my “girl” do you mean my daughter or my girlfriend? Either way it’s inappropriate. I just need to know whether I’m gonna beat your ass or stab you.
It takes a lot to distract me from a blue velvet jump suit, but Freddy Krueger’s girlfriend here manages to pull that tough task off.
I feel like a Peeping Tom who was duped into looking through the wrong blinds! Someone shut them or put a bra on ’em!