Today was the annual Victoria Secret's Fashion Show 2013!
It has now become a marketer's dream and
the hype around this event is one of
a funkier and more musical version of Miss Universe.
Miss Angel who forgot to wax the back of her neck, back
and her ankles.
I am sure most teenage boys would view this differently but
I couldn't help but mind read the following...
I am going to kill my agent.
I finally get the Victoria Secret gig
but instead I look I am dressed with the hand me downs of a
Rastafarian and a clown.
I hate this outfit and I don't know if even my underwear hanging out and my pout is going to distract anyone.
But some blogger out there will copy this outfit and
I will get some extra publicity out of this.
I haven't eaten in days so have no energy but
I found my own way to elbow out my competition.
So I starved for two weeks and went to boot camp for one month and then they put this friggin' smiley face on my toned honed abs??
I am not an airhead.
I am complicated.
I have so many
I am not mentally vacant.
Can't you see I am thinking musically?
Not only does butter not melt in my mouth but
snowflakes don't melt on my body.
I have this mink hat and cuffs on but I don't know why
I am still so cold...
Now this is just me thinking.
Marigolds with lingerie?
Seriously Victoria's Secret?
Whoever styled the Victoria's Secret show forgot to make
these two barefoot and pregnant while they were at it...