Get ready for the usual cacophony of crazy from your favorite purveyor of mass market cotton undies. Where are the giant, bedazzled wings at MY local Victoria’s Secret, I ask you? When I go in for tee-shirt bras, I at least want the option of leaving with a flammable butterfly cape, a set of strap-on portable fireworks, or a pair of fireman pants.
(PS: If you are at work, and your boss is the sort of person who might be irritated to walk into your office and find you looking at pictures of models in extremely impractical knickers…a word to the wise.)
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