And none of the MSM brown-nosers will mention that Michelle Obama dresses like an explosion in a thrift shop
There are lots of ways to say what I'm thinking about this, but one song comes to mind:
"...we live in a timeIn other words, it seems that in this day, everything is beautiful except beauty itself.
when paintings have no colors, words don't rhyme..."
Dutch girls have such a cool f***d-up bizarre fashion sense. You'll see a girl wearing a pink crepe de chine blouse and a lime-green silk floral-print skirt with black leather culottes and a fedora and NATO surplus jumpboots and she still manages to project a plausible intentionality of coherent overall effect... an aura of reassurance that she is not spectacularly psychotic, merely very stylish.
Not me, some other bloke... Monkeybagel...
Mo doesn't pull it off.
/johnny