Remember when Norman the Ninja swooped in and fucked my shit up? (read about the little bastard HERE)
We reckon there’s glittery bird poo all over Cardiff thanks to that feathered fucker.
Well, I ordered some more shirts
Then threw the buggered one away
But, even without the help of Norman, all the sparkly bits have been falling off by the bucketload.
Yo, Michael Kors, I think you need to glue your bling better on your blouses dude.
So, being the seamstress that suprisingly I am NOT, I took matters onto my own hands
Bought some superglue
Got all my new shirts together
And started glueing away
Piece of piss really
Until I tried to put one on
And realised the glue had seeped through the fabric
And glued the FRONT of the blouse to the BACK
This info should surprise absolutely no one who has ever met me
Whatevs, get lemons….make lemon vodka
Or, fuck all your work shirts up….it’s time for TOPLESS THURSDAY.