But there HAVE to be better ways for Amy Adams to cut back than by skimping on her stylist’s fees, in favor of safety-pinning an Infinite Dress in unusual and unflattering places. She looks like a napkin-folding seminar gone horribly awry.
I think I need a ruling on Amy Adams here. We need to take this play under review, as it were. If I may stretch this metaphor: As a Fug coach, I am challenging this call (which reminds me: congrats to all members of the Steelers nation — that was one heck of a game!), and you are the review team.
Here’s the front:
WHAT HAVE WE HERE? That’s interesting! Or, depending on your taste, weird. Or possibly interestingly weird, or weirdly interesting. Me? I’m just the coach. But I think I like the back, but wish the whole thing was another color. Something less reminiscent of incredibly shiny oatmeal. But what do I know?
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