Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Live from the Mexico-U.S. border tonight, Brian Williams was sans cravate. He was, however, again wearing a puzzling blue shirt that defies all fashion logic. Por que, Brian, por que? Why must you wear such a camisa gigantesca, or as the Americans say, fricking bigass shirt? For BW's shirt was at least two sizes too large for him. The shoulder seams were resting comfortably at the crest of his biceps, and the surplus fabric at the sides flapped and fluttered in the breeze like the sails on a fully tacked schooner. And do not get me started on fold marks again. Or the gaping neck. I hereby volunteer to be Wardrobe Wench or Tie Trollop or Shirt Slut...whatever it takes. Clearly, someone is needed, y rapidamente!
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