snarky los angeles blogger clowns world. mostly shoes.

if this bitch turned up at my wedding with these shoes on i would pick her up, turn her upside down and shake her.  then i’d break her shoes open over the edge of a pew and shake the released flowers all down my glorious bridal runway and say, “c’mon flower girl do your job.  do your ONLY fucking job!  p.s. that goes on your lapel and mexican bat mitzvahs are down the hall.”  hard gulp from the husband.  scene cut.