Oh wait, yeah I do: bitch loves fucking attention; she got off on people talking about her in hushed whispers all night long; losers like me are making posts about her on the global system of interconnected computer networks known as the internet, further glorifying her for her deliberate fashion faux pas. We got gotted! Also, our friends over at Adventures in Poor Taste would be having a field day with this… just by name association alone.
[Insert "Is it cold in here or is it just my unzipped catsuit brazenly displaying my bare tits?" joke here]
“If I stare directly at the ceiling like this will it look like I’m actually engaging in some rousing conversation with you in paparazzi shots and not just oogling your jugs?”
I’m not wasting another five minutes of my time thinking of a fucking caption for this picture.
