I was in this terribly posh frock shop in London -Joseph's- with a great mate, Alex.
Everything looked so fabulous.
Alex bought a fur hat for his sister (I thought it looked a bit like a dead bear's bum, but I kept schtum on that).
I draped this furry garment over my skirt and thought, jeez that's weird.
There were open flaps over my hips. Would have been great if I was a seal.
Ponce-de-ponce came up to me and announced "Modom, THAT is NOT a SKIRT, THAT is a JACKET".
I said 'Thank God, it's the crookest skirt I've ever seen".
We couldn't breathe for laughing.
At least I didn't have my undies on my noggin.
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