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Fashion

Ugg Boots are exactly that.

UGGLY. It's 200 degrees outside bitch! You ain't in the tundra. There is no permafrost on the sidewalks of Wilshire and Rodeo Drive.

Camo prints? Although camo prints got old in 2001, there are a few people that can still rock those. BUT, don't put fuckin Hawaiin flowers on camoflauge print. That's a walking contradiction, like Jews for Jesus.

Green and pink? That shit's old. Played out. That's Spring, 2004. Especially on guys.

Heard rumblings from a friend from Canada that "rubber" boots are in.

"Rubber boots? Like the ones that sit out in the end of the backyard, covered in fish blood and slime; the ones that are accumulating more flies than a Sudanese newborn? The ones I use once a month when I don't want salt water and fish blood to ruin my Timberlands?"

A rule of fashion: If what you are wearing appears in the same column as FISHING LURES, you're making a fool outta yourself:

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Don't wear stuff I wear on a fishing boat; hardly the place I want to get noticed. "Hey, girlfriend...what's ur sign? You're holding that reel wrong, let me show you how to catch some more fish."

More importantly, if you're paying more than 30 bucks for them, you too can be a moron. I understand that if you live in Seattle, or any other shitty region of the world that floods more than Biblical times, you might purchase a pair to keep your feet dry when you are commuting to and from work/school/getting meth (it IS Seattle). But this is fucking Los Angeles. The last time we had enough rain here to suffice wearing rubber boots, the Dodgers won the World Series.

Then again, the last time we've gotten snow in Los Angeles was 1851, but these dumb broads STILL wear their boots.

And who told Payless they could get into the mix? Getting Ugg boots at Payless is the equivalency of buying a BMW at a Kia dealership. After stalling out 40 times on the way home, you realize that the BMW logo has fallen off and although it looks like a BMW, it runs like a cheap Korean piece of shit car.

If you don't have the money to be a shitty Trend Lemming, don't do it. It's almost as bad as the people I see riding the bus, with their fake Jacob&Co watches on. Nigga, if you had 9000 dollars to blow on a watch, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be riding the bus. I thiiiiiink it's safe to say we all know how fake it is. They spelled Paris wrong on the watch face. And the minute hand isn't moving, it's painted on.

http://www.icedoutgear.com/ <---- This is what the culture has come down to. I didn't know they made "Hip Hop Earrings." Damn, I'm kinda hungry...maybe I should eat a Hip Hop burrito. But that's ok, we're going to BJs Brewery later today. I wonder if they have a batch of Hip Hop Beer for me. I'm gonna get some Hip Hop Chips and Salsa for sure. Then I'll pay for my Hip Hop lunch, with my Hip Hop American Express then i'll get some Hip Hop Ice Cream across the street from Haggen Dizzaz.

Better yet, get your HIp Hop combos? If you wake up one day and wanna be a Hip Hopper, hop outta your bed and click on this fuckin shit. Packaged for your pleasure.

Keep raping the culture. She don't mind.

C&S (11:22:26 AM): so
C&S (11:22:28 AM): it's 7:45
C&S (11:22:49 AM): i'm bored, stoned and hungry, so i walk to Burger King, which is on Westwood Bl, 4 blocks north of Wilshire
C&S (11:23:03 AM): i walk and i see the bum that sleeps on the bench right in front of the Citibank ATM (Good location)

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C&S (11:23:11 AM): i get in, get my food, and walk out
C&S (11:23:15 AM): as I知 walking out, what do i see?
C&S (11:23:20 AM): the bum with his pants around his ankles
C&S (11:23:24 AM): i'm like, "WTF?"
C&S (11:23:31 AM): keep walking, and the smell of shit invades my space
C&S (11:23:39 AM): some chick is walking with me and she notices it too
C&S (11:23:50 AM): then i notice, that this fuckin bastard just took a HUUUUUGE mammoth shit
C&S (11:23:53 AM): ON THE FUCKIN STREET
C&S (11:23:59 AM): like, where the bus goes by
C&S (11:24:02 AM): and sure enough
C&S (11:24:06 AM): i stop walking for a bit. Then step like 10 steps backwards, cuz�
C&S (11:24:08 AM): here comes the bus
C&S (11:24:09 AM): PLOP!
C&S (11:24:12 AM): runs it over, shit flies all over the curb.

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C&S (11:24:19 AM): the girl does a 180 and walks the fuck back the other way
C&S (11:24:23 AM): and i'm dying of laffter, wishing more people could see this.
C&S (11:24:26 AM): THE END
Luis(11:24:30 AM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Luis(11:24:36 AM): oh man I am dying
Luis(11:24:44 AM): you should've kicked his ass
C&S (11:25:21 AM): haha...naw, if you would致e seen what was ON his ass�you wouldn稚 kick anything of his.
C&S (11:26:55 AM): I need a picture of that�.cuz that shit was wrong
C&S (11:27:03 AM): he had Play-Doh shit too
C&S (11:27:10 AM): like, it kept it's consistency but as soon as the bus came by
C&S (11:27:12 AM): BLAMO!
C&S (11:27:15 AM): shitski everywhere
C&S (11:27:21 AM): like napalm was just released
C&S (11:27:28 AM): people runnin' for cover and shit
C&S (11:27:35 AM): wheels splatering shit all over Westwood Bl.
C&S (11:27:46 AM): like when u try to avoid getting wet by a passing motorist over a puddle

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