Until this chick showed up in her buttless jeans. Now, how does a person go about getting a hole like that in her pants? Well, there's only two ways. One- you get dragged on your behind for a mile behind a wild cow you just roped. Probability of this scenario being the likely explanation: .000001%. Scenario two: You think to yourself, "Hey, I'm going to the Rascal Flatts concert tomorrow, and I think I'd like my butt to be hanging out." So you get out the pinking shears, cut a SQUARE hole which we all know never occurs naturally when you tear your jeans, and enlarge it until you can see cheek. Strangely, it never occurs to you that your seats are in the SUITES where the only people who will be seeing your behind are people like your co-workers and your boss. 
"Friends don't shake hands, friends gotta hug." "Tighter, girl, so I can get armpit cleavage." Lindsay and I watched these four drunk girls in total disbelief. They had a super great time, though. At one point, a girl in the suite next to us was just staring at them, and the look on her face was priceless. You just knew she was thinking, "You have got to be kidding me." She must of felt my eyes on her, because she looked over and we made eye contact. I mouthed, "I know!" and we shared a private laugh at the hoochies' expense. P.S. MY HUSBAND IS YOUR BOSS AND HE HAS TOTALLY SEEN THESE PICTURES, FOOLS.P.S. for Lindsay's full fashion recap, visit thebarrattclan.blogspot.com
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