
finally a shoe dressed like a vegas-lovin’ grandmother, complete with poker visor. but forever incomplete, because of its lack of a shrieky shaky voice and the ability to taunt someone with a single m&m as though it were made of pure unadulterated GOLD. heart you vegas grams.
I have one of those. Plus Vegas Great Aunt. I’m sure you saw them at my wedding, flashing their gams and desperately attempting to revive gold lamé like it’s their job. Y’know, cause they’re retired.
shits tight.