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Thanks again to Thankfifi for providing some kickass inspiration, this time grey style couldn't be worse. Mine isn't QUITE as dope as hers (Target boots and a thrifted sweater, and sadly sans fox tail), but it was oh so cozy.
What IS awesome, though? The story I recalled with some old friends on Facebook yesterday, of our college days. I don't want to brag, but SOMEONE in the story drove a powder blue Dodge Aries K car circa 1986. Don't hate the playa.
Word on the streets is that this Dodge Aries K-driving B.A.M.F.* (with two friends in tow) happened to be in a bit of a street chase with some fellow college boys, and was allegedly driving like Mario Andretti through the streets of a small southwest Missouri town.
There was quite possibly a near collision with a telephone pole, but thanks to said driver's cat-like reflexes behind the wheel, the pole was avoided. What happened next, though, was a travesty on several levels. Said driver was PELTED by the driver of the other car, through the open window, with a Little Debbie Swiss Cake Roll. Right in the black tulle-wrapped fedora. And some of said Swiss Cake roll exploded onto the driver's red and gold bustier and cutoff jeans shorts, but luckily, bounced before schmearing onto their over-the-knee stockings with tiny suspender belts that attached to aforementioned denim.
PEOPLE - do I need to stress what is wrong with this picture? First of all, the sacrilege of a snack cake. Secondly, BLACK TULLE WRAPPED FEDORA??? With bustier, no less??? That's so much wrong it's oh so right. Incidentally, I should mention that NONE of this story took place under the influence of adult beverages or other illegal substances. Oh no, that was a natural high.
I think if we can learn anything from this little story, it is don't drive and snack cake. Little Debbie's don't schmear fedoras - PEOPLE schmear fedoras.
*Bad Ass Mutha F#$@er