We let Amy the Wolf out of her cage again and she went prowling the slopes of the Les Deux Alpes glacier for one last summer Fashion Smashin'. She found a few feeble lambs that had strayed from the shred pack and gave em' a smashin'. Well, she actaully had pity on few peeps this time, giving out a few compliments and letting them walk away unscathed.

Russians who like to think they’re in the Sopranos: “Yeah ba-bay, I got 20-inch rims on my whip and maaaad loot I’ll shower you with. I got all the hair products and full body waxes you want. What you know about my Russian dynasty?"

I’d be a lot more into Slayer if his shirt were slightly longer. I can’t get down with dudes who don’t know proper proportions. His color scheme is right on but instead of thumbs up he should totally be air-guitaring. Maybe the air guitar comes out after a few beers go in?

Are you a can of multi-flavored worms that needs to be eaten by Alfred Hitchcock’s Birds? I think you are. Go dig a hole, geddouttamaface and give my aunt back her Asian curtains you chopped up to make that hoodie.

I can’t rip on a Greek who looks like a good hang. Finally, someone’s shirt is the right length and I’m digging the lime/beige color combo. You know how dogs think their owner is undoubtedly the best person in the world and their undying loyalty reigns supreme? I’m pretty sure this guy is who his dog believes him to be. I wanna be friends!

Your jacket is the color of the fart you’re ripping. I can smell that shit from here. And go ahead, add repairing the seams of your jeans as 945th item on the list of "wrong ways to use your shoe laces".

You know you’ve had a shitty night when you wake up on the beach with a converted surfboard, so dusted that you can’t show your face.

Homie, fireworks and snowboarding are a bad mix or else your edge is sharp enough for surgery. You sure your whole hand is still inside that glove?

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