"You're Not Going To Show Us Your Tits Again, Are You?"
Since every optometrist's office in London is filled with charbroiled eyeballs asking to be put out of their misery due to witnessing Wino's crackie sacks live, she decided to give the city a break and covered up when going for a sexy walk today.
Although, Wino found other ways to offend people (and dogs). I'm talking about the hair pick and the visor. I'll give her a pass on the pick since it's probably an afternoon snack for her crack hive, but THAT VISOR. Unless you're a California hot dog vendor circa 1983, this lady jogger, a poker playin' pepaw, a surprised cat, an old timey accountant, a German Shepherd or a pacifier-sucking raver, you have no business wearing a visor. Actually, Wino might be all those things combined, so carry on!