Showing posts with label fug. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fug. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Soylent green is CROCS


My morning was made when Bill sent me this Newsweek fashion article. The focus? CROCS, and the author's flabbergasted abhorrence of them. I never caught the CROC train. I work in a land of biologist and gardeners where CROCS of many shades abound and I live in fear of actually seeing the fur-lined CROC in practice. Apparently, in their last gasp for air, the CROC manufacturers are branching into high heels.

There are barely words. Most of them are guttural.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I have been invisible, but here, have this funny.

If you have ever watched SATC, or even know what I mean by that acronym, you will love the fugging girls take on the starring ladies at the premiere of the movie. Go HERE to have a giggle.