Andy Warhol-esques tights and odious cheesy patent sling backs. Fireman pace made me accept these eye searing jokes. I smell Goodwill!
Do the hue of my feet remind you of another? Nauseating? Hoofed? Floating about in a jar? In a southern state? Mayhaps 7 Eleven? I think that would be a positive...........
Barbarically cropped to feature only a minuscule patch of desiccated bologna skin and highlight Eleanore MacNish's vividly witty glass flower necklace.
How can you not envision an sandwich made out of that skin? Geez.