Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Bad Shopper. BAD. SHOPPER.

"Greg," I said.

"The situation is getting serious."

"I need clothes. Yes, yes, I know we don't have any money, but I don't have anything to wear. To church, and places like that. Places where you need to be somewhat respectable. I really need new clothes."

He agrees. I go shopping. I come home with this




and this:


Now all I need to do is find a church for punk flappers, and I'm good to go.

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