Dear extra from Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead, You can finally put on that outfit you stole from the costume department and rock that shit proudly like Sienna Miller did in France yesterday. Who cares if those pants make your labia look like the size of one of Jabba the Hutt’s chins. Who cares if bitches start singing “Does your puss hang low? Does it wobble to and fro?” when you walk on by. Who cares if those pants are the color of week-old salmon tartare. If it’s good enough for Sienna….
And speaking of hos dressing like high school students from the early 90s, I’ve also thrown in some pictures of RiRi in Paris