Those Aren't Pants

It seems they’ve found a way to make skin-tight look even tighter than skin.

Frankly, I approve of these leggings, because they’ll eventually be adopted by huge, broccoli-can’t-save-you obese girls who will look as though they’ve finally been punished for the black magic they’ve been taking advantage of, allowing them to cram 30 hours of DVR programming into their six waking hours.

If these start selling like the hotcakes (and believe me, they purchase a lot of hotcakes), we’ll all be able to pretend that these ladies have finally been brought to justice. Either that or it will be impossible to walk into a Coldstone Creamery without puking forever.

Submitted by babs
It’s winter: beat the blustering cold with an eggnog latte and see-through leggings. For additional protection, wear the same boots as a potential assailant who’s likely to throw you into their van as punishment for walking the streets with a visible anus.
At first I thought this classy lady might be on the way to an orphanage or a soup kitchen, but then I realized that the only charity involved in this scenario would be the sober guy who calls her more than once.

There are certain outfits that let people know how you’re expecting your night to go - this is one of them. While we can’t see the entire look, I’d wager a high amount that she’s matched her “whoever rubs their crotch on the back of them can take the bus back home with me” leggings with a “I’m staring at a glowing rectangle and tapping things” vacant stare.
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itwaselectric:

dressed up to no good.

I think addressing this image is beyond the scope of my site. To tell this girl that she isn’t wearing pants would be like telling a homeless man that one of his his jackets could use a laundering. There are bigger issues at play here and I can’t put my finger on them because I was only born with ten fingers.
(Source: princess-peach-is-a-slut)
thisisalovenote:

for once in my life I forgot the designer… blame the alcohol

This was a custom piece designed for a frail, effeminate Brittish man who pretended to be a robot on several occasions. The name of the designer escapes me too, but I seem to remember that he had a frog neck and couldn’t stop modifying his fucking movies.
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She keeps her knees like that all the time because her supposed pants offer full view of her vagina and anus to anyone that passes her while she’s out shopping for shirts (read: pulling them off of boxcar tramps).

As a side note, I bet Jay Leno likes her shirt. It was probably his at one point.
(Source: everydayoutfits, via everydayoutfits)
If you were wondering if it was possible to wear something that would make it look as though you’ve dealt more than your share of Hepatitis C, stop wondering and start applying slightly chrome-colored spraypaint to your legging covered hindquarters.

Bonus for the rare breed of whore who is also a WW2 enthusiast: Make your racial intentions known and stencil in a German Iron Cross on each ass cheek.

It’s important that a lady does not send mixed signals.

Reblogged from purpleheadeddragon, who hopes to look just as.. good.
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tohellwithallthehappiness:

their my favourite leggings in the world.

Her least favorite pair have “There, Their, and They’re” printed on them.

Poor grammar aside, I hope that young girls stop wearing celestial patterns - or phrases like “shoot for the stars” will be become one of those things you can only say to aspiring pedophiles.
It seems the rumors are true: Kim Kardashian’s ass is not real. It is a bouncy ball from the world’s largest vending machine. We wouldn’t have been able to drop this bombshell of a story if she were wearing pants, but her awful granny panties were not enough to conceal her deception.
A galaxy is composed of gas, dust, and stars - and as the Milky Way is merely one of billions throughout the universe, it has been further hypothesized that our idea of spatial infinity may be little more than a poor garment choice, stretched around the hindquarters of fashion blogger who appears to have forgotten that fashion bloggers should, at the very least, not look like complete dogshit.

I present these photos as proof.
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