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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Picture this....I'll start from the bottom... [description of atrocious outfit]
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I cannot believe I forgot to report the following two sightings when I first witnessed them:
1. On 47th St. (the diamond street), which very possibly may be the exclusive target audience for The International Male (sorry, Dualit, if I've revealed the profession of your other half, but it is all for the greater good of laughing at others' sartorial missteps, so I'm sure you understand): a dude wearing what I can only describe as a Saturday Night Fever tuxedo, only without the jacket (so, only the vest and pants). This would have been shameful enough, were it not for the fact that the fabric was BLUE VELVET. I did a triple-take to make sure I was actually seeing a blue velvet outfit on some dude in the middle of the day -- and then checked my watch to make sure I hadn't lost some time, and it wasn't Halloween. It wasn't.
2. In the gym at the sinks: At my gym, they have free disposable razors available for those who shave at the gym (I don't know, ask someone who avails herself of this particular, umm... benefit). So, this topless lady comes over to the sinks to shave her pits AT THE SINK (come on!!), at which point I am beginning to get a little nauseated, but then she proceeds to apply shaving cream to the area between her boobs. I am trying to look surreptitiously to see what she's going to do with that shaving cream, because it couldn't possibly be that she's going to shave the area between her boobs -- but I am mistaken!! She proceeds to shave the area between her boobs with a disposable razor. Why, Bilmore? Why?
