The last description I ever want to hear about my upper torso is ‘flappy, droopy and empty’….

There’s probably a hilarious story about the models feeding persimmon jam to some emus and then a stampede occurred and oh, well, you can imagine….

‘Finkle, party of 4? Welcome to O’Chans. The fitst Scottish Mandarin tapas buffet. Follow me to your table….’

Prince Valiant got really experimental during his gap year in Brussels. 

Eleanor knew how to hurt Vinnie- she stole his vintage seat covers and wore them on a date with a guy in a Kia.

A fox Jean jacket…oh no. 

Is her shirt caught on her- oh I just have no excuse for it at all. 

What is with these breastal coin nurses??? 

Scar face bedroom curtain homage-

Just tuck it in enough so she doesn’t trip- it’s fine, looks fine. 

Yeah, you should look sheepish Boyo!?

Photo credits: vogue.com