Dear Mr. Santana:
¿Oye como va? While I generally like most of your music, your absurd line of tacky, overpriced, hooker shoes leaves a lot to be desired. Seriously, what in the name of Manolo Blahnik qualifies you to design women's shoes anyway? Hmm? Can I get in on that action? For reals.
Signed,
I'd Rather Be Shoeless Than Look Like A Ten-dollar Whore
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