M: GIRL, WHAT.
|source: The Sartorialist|
A: I'M CALLING TO TELL YOU THAT YOU FORGOT TO WEAR PANTS.
M: No no, I remember getting dressed this morning and it went: top, belt...oh fuck.
A: I'm sure the stripper heels with ankle socks will distract people from your lack of pants. Wait.
M: Men keep muttering things to me. Asking me "how much". WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
A: I...really like your bag? Is that Mulberry?
M: Sure, it accents my Drinking Gin In A Ditch sweater nicely, don't you think?
A: I thought I smelled something odd. Now, listen.Your legs are completely amazing but it doesn't matter. You HAVE to wear pants. Ever day.
A: EVERY DAY. EVERY. DAY.
M: I'm confused.
A: Your ass cannot be hanging out in public.
M: Except on Tuesdays. Right?
A: Duh, obviously. WAIT. NO. Tuesdays are not pants-optional! GIRL.
M: I have a headache now.