Tuesday, June 11, 2013

the vest that almost made me a bad a**

vest: similar / skirt: windsor / shoes: similar

This weekend, my American flag denim vest almost turned me into a bad a**.

Like when I brushed up against one of the side pipes of the hub's vintage Corvette, burned the heck out of my calf and cursed like I was a member of the Hells Angels... See? Pretty bad.

I redeemed myself as the true wuss that I am when I teared up, pouted and used my cold bottle of Perrier as an ice pack.

My apologies to all members of the Hells Angels for making the blanketed assumption that you would ever curse profusely or wear an American flag denim vest.

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