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Silver-wear: an idea whose tine has come?
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This dress, shown in Paris this week, is festooned with forks left over from all those size-zero models not eating anything, and it’s so practical it’s even dishwasher-safe. But I do foresee a few problems:
- No guy with a nice car wants you sitting on his Corinthian leather upholstery in that thing
- It costs a fortune to have this outfit monogrammed
- Face it, any kind of necklace is gonna look stupid
- At those super-trendy electromagnetic parties, you’ll be flat against the wall all evening
And, as is so often the case in the world of haute couture, you just try wearing this thing through airport security!
A model presents a creation by the European trio for “On Aura Tout Vu” as part of they Autumn/Winter 2007-2008 Haute Couture fashion collection in Paris July 3, 2007. REUTERS/Benoit Tessier
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“What the fork you lookin’ at?”
The perfect way for the “girl on the go” to tell the world “fork you!”
You call that a fork?
You gotta be forking kidding.
Hey, baby, wanna spoon?
Well, necking’s completely out of the picture.
Under that hard exterior, Doctor Lechter found her heart to be fork tender.
Whether she’s a salad chick or a main course chick, I think I would enjoy the dish.
If you’d follow your agent’s advice and get a breast enhancement, you wouldn’t be limited to modeling flatware.
I’m ready for some piping haute couture.
The Denny’s security officer flung the thief’s cloak to the floor and proclaimed, “You’re up Soup River without a spoon now, you vermin.”
Julia wanted a man, almost any man, to rip off her dress and make mad passionate lover to her, but nobody seemed to want to take the tine.
“Attack of the killer tomatoes,” indeed.
Cute, yeah, but she’s a few spoons short of a place setting.
Its got to make more sense than my fear of unfamiliar toilets.
WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT OFF THE FORKING DRYER BEFORE I GO DEAF?
Mrs. Balloon didn’t want to be married to the incredibly rich old gasbag for long so she concocted a fiendish plan.
She was lost for hours following directions to Yogi Berra’s house.
Tina, Forrager Princess.
Art Fern told her to take the fork in the road…now if she could only find the Slausen cutoff…