Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Let me get you a painkiller from my elbow purse.



I totally get the practical basis for this, and I don't totally hate it, despite the sort of Failed "Fifth Element" vibe. However, I can also see myself, as well as other ladies I know (cough, CF) using this as a weapon on the dance floor. Dangerous but also useful. However I can't even imagine the looks I'd get from the beards at the Hideout.

That said, yeah. I'll probably get one. In black, natch.

Images via Dornob.

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