I cannot tell you how long I stared at this, trying to decide if Kimberly Perry is wearing a skin belt, or just a light leather cummerbund.
I am PRETTY sure it’s the former, because I think I can see Shades of Navel poking out. But it’s visually creepy, as if Jame Gumb were hired to redesign WWE championship belts.
Her brothers, however, are my two favorite people in the world. They amuse me EVERY SINGLE TIME. Left Perry looks like a refugee from a Monkees cover band whose costume shrank, and Right Perry could be a hair model for a catalog published only in the David Silver Asylum For Blouse Fetishists, where he’s trying to hawk straitjackets made of chef’s coats. Never change, Perry Bookends. Never change.